His blood boiled. “The bastard’s toying with me. He wanted to be sure I knewhewas the one who took Kat. That he’s involved in this.”
Zade nodded again, this time barely able to keep his eyes open.
The guy needed to sleep. “Listen, man. I’m gonna go. Get some rest and don’t give the cute nurses a hard time.”
A weak chuckle escaped the back of Zade’s throat, but then he winced. “If you see any…let me know. Now go. Get your ass…out of…here. Find…your girl.”
“I will,” Matt promised his friend. Because for him, there was no other option.
Chapter 13
Kat waited anxiously for Walker’s return. Not that she really wanted him to. She just needed to figure out why she was here.
Pacing the empty room she’d been brought to over an hour ago, Kat wracked her brain to figure out what the hell was going on. First, she’s drugged and kidnapped, then the same man who’d shot Zade and left him for dead had been incredibly gentle while seeing to her cut.
The maniac had even taken her to a bathroom first, allowing her to shower so she could wash the blood from her hair. After she’d gotten dressed, he’d instructed her to sit on the closed toilet while he numbed the area up with lidocaine. Once she could no longer feel the poke of the needle, he proceeded to give her eleven stitches.
It was hard as hell to sit still when he’d come at her with that damn needle, but it wasn’t like she’d had much choice. He’d stood between her and the bathroom door, and she knew from experience he was much too strong for her to take on by herself.
Part of her wanted to ask where he’d learned to administer sutures, but she didn’t. Instead she’d kept her mouth shut, praying he knew what the hell he was doing.
I’m so over getting poked in the head. Twice in less than two weeks was two too many.
When that was taken care of, he brought her here, to this room. It was almost identical to the one she’d woken up in. Except this one housed a small, square table—like the ones people used for playing cards—and a metal folding chair.
Sitting on the table was a Styrofoam container, still half-full of the dinner he’d provided. It was some sort of chicken and rice dish, the seasonings on it good, but unfamiliar. He’d also given her a large cup of ice water.
Like with the lidocaine, Kat had been leery to try the food and water at first. Sensing her suspicions, Walker had opened the container and used the plastic spoon inside to scoop up a good amount before taking a bite.
Assuming the man wouldn’t drug himself, she’d felt fairly safe to eat a few bites after that. Truth be told, her stomach needed it to help with the digestion of the over the counter, extra-strength migraine medicine he’d somehow managed to obtain.
The entire scenario was bizarre, to say the least.
While being escorted to the different rooms, Kat had committed every detail she could to memory. From what she could tell, she was in some sort of warehouse. The question was where.
She was still pacing the small room when the door opened, and Adrian Walker stepped back in.
“I trust you’ve eaten your fill?”
Kat stopped moving and nodded. “Yes. Thank you.”
It went against everything inside her to be nice to this man, but after the hospitality he’d shown her—god, it was hard to even think that way without choking—Kat figured it was in her benefit to be polite. At least, for now.
Her appreciation made him smile. “You’re welcome. Follow me, it’s time to show you why you’re here.”
Fingers and toes tingling with fear and adrenaline, Kat did her best to remain calm, as she followed Walker out of the room and down the long hallway. After crossing a large, spacious area with rows of windows up high, near the ceiling, he took her to yet another room.
When he opened this one, however, Kat’s blood turned cold.
“What the hell?” she muttered as she slowly stepped inside. She blinked, her mind trying to make sense of what she was seeing.
“It’s…my lab.”
“As close as we could get to it, anyway.”
Kat absentmindedly ran her fingertips across the familiar, metal countertops. Her eyes scanned the sizable room and all the equipment in it. With a few minor exceptions, she was staring at an exact replica of the lab she worked in at Anderson Biomeds.
“H-how?” She faced Walker. “How did you do this?”
