His back muscles tensed. His jaw clenched. In his imagination he could feel the whip landing, leaving a bloody stripe across his shoulders.
They’ll find me before that happens. Russ will know something’s wrong when I don’t call.He wondered how long he’d been there. It could have been an hour, or ten, for all he knew.
He looked around, discovered he could see other posts like the one he was tied to, and realized his night vision had kicked in. Not that it did him much good, knowing he was in what was probably a vacant warehouse. It’s not like I can get loose and escape. Looking down, he saw one thing that gave him some hope. His clothes were piled a few feet away. If he didn’t search my pockets…He prayed Fabian hadn’t. If he had, and found the tracker…Then I’m up shit creek. That was the last thought he had before he sank into unconsciousness again.
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“Answer your damned phone, Jake.” Russ paced, glared at his as if saying that would make Jake do as he asked.