Chapter 10
The space I woke into was small and dark and reeked of spilled lubricant. My ears rang too loudly to hear tires against the road.
But I could guess where I was. In a car’s trunk. Ruth had drugged me.
Or, no, an accomplice must have been the one wielding the dart g*n. Ruth’s nakedness made it impossible for her to have hidden a weapon on her person.
“Justice?” My voice was lost in the darkness as I reached out, expecting my cousin to be crammed in beside me. But my chilled fingers found nothing living. Just felted carpet and the empty plastic clamps that should have secured a tire iron. The emergency-release handle had been cut off so close against the metal that only a whisper of softness was evident at the rope’s fraying tip.
Predictably, my phone and sword had been remove
