Chapter 44

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The white man stood beside where I lay, my arms bound tightly behind my back. My hands felt hugely swollen, and blood dripped from my fingertips, which throbbed with each beat of my heart.

“Who are you?” I asked through gritted teeth. “Why are you doing this?”

“My name is Cameron Halliwell.” Blue-eyed and blond and probably not too much over forty, he might have been quite handsome at one time, but now his looks were dissipated by too much alcohol and rich food. Spider veins crawled over his classic nose, his eyes were bloodshot and had bags beneath them that could easily be packed for traveling around the world, and his gut spilled over his belt.

I stared at him blankly. He seemed disappointed his name meant nothing to me.