Chapter 17
Amy roused to consciousness when the frigid ice truck doors opened and two men grabbed her arms and forced her out of the ice and into the heat of a kitchen. Her chapped lips burned and she was colder than she’d ever been.
Before she could scream for help, they dragged her up the backstairs and into a small hall. The numbers on the door made her assume this was a hotel, and the two men who manhandled her threw her into room 312.
Her vision blurred in her icy face, but she realized another two men were in the hotel room, slightly older than the twenty-somethings who’d driven her here. She stared at one who reminded her a little of the older man she met in London with the same calculating blue eyes. She massaged her arms, lifted her chin and met his gaze. "It was freezing in th
