Chapter 73

We were sitting on a bench by the garage, waiting, when the men drove up. They carried the intruder back to the precise spot where he’d fallen and dumped him on the ground. Our belts were still in place, securing his hands behind his back and his legs tightly together.

One of the two men said, “Wait until he shows signs of coming to, then call the police. He won’t remember anything about having been carried off and interrogated, and unless every square inch of his body is examined with a magnifying glass, nobody will notice that he was injected. The drug will have been flushed out of his bloodstream naturally by the time he’s in custody.”

They left without another word, and Philip and I watched our prisoner carefully. The minute he began to stir, I called 911. As soon as I ended that call, I called Detective Howard and told him about the intruder.