Chapter Nine
Waking up:
Dust woke from his slumber when the truck slowed down. He focused and rolled onto his back. The world around him shimmered as everything came back into focus.
He winced when he received a hard jab to his lower back. Sitting up, he felt around until he wrapped his hands around a metal object. Pulling it free, he grimaced when he saw that it was a pair of handcuffs. Memories of what had happened flooded through him, and he sat up.
“Great,” he muttered under his breath.
Running a hand through his disheveled hair, he thought about what he should do. He looked around the dark interior of the truck. It had hard sides with metal grating over two windows that were too small for anyone to climb through. The back had double doors, and he was pretty sure they were locked.
