I can’t tell where I am now. My surroundings are too dark.
All I know is the floor space is limited.
I stand up and find a wall, trying to get some sense of where I am.
The detective climbs out of the hole and prods me with the gun again.
Whatever chance I might have had to do something is gone.
Warren knows where we are.
He has a weapon.
He’s the one with all the advantages here.
“We’re going to get in a car now,” he starts. “You’re not going to give me any trouble. If you try anything, I won’t hesitate to shoot you. I’m only here to give you to someone else. If I decide you’re too big of a risk, it’s at my discretion to neutralise you.”
“I won’t give you any trouble,” I promise.
He turns his head, and it sounds like he’s unlocking a door with his other hand.
There’s a slight creak, and then he turns back to me, switching the gun to his other hand and grabbing my wrist with his right. He drags me out of the confined space and marches me along a corridor. It’s not quite as dark now, but I can’t make out much of my surroundings.
I realize we’re moving past a staircase when I notice the railing as we pass it.
Then he stops again, and I hear him unlock another door.
For a second, I think about trying to hurt him while he’s distracted.
But I don’t have a weapon, and I’m too afraid I’ll hurt Detective Waterman.
He opens the door and drags me through it.
I stumble out into the fresh air.
It’s starting to get dark out, but at least now I can see where I am.
We’re in the woods, but we came out of a house.
And he’s dragging me toward a car with police lights on the hood.
I guess it makes sense that he’d use the detective’s car, but I start to get a really bad feeling when he opens the back door and pushes me toward that seat.
I know the back seat of a cop car locks automatically and I won’t be able to get out when I want to. That means I won’t have a chance to escape until he lets me out.
I’m afraid that I might have already lost my best chances to get away from him.
He pokes me with the gun.
I get into the backseat, feeling defeated.
He closes the door, and I try the handle.
Locked. My stomach lurches.
I’m trapped.
Chapter One Hundred-Thirty-Three
