Chapter Fifteen
Abigail came to slowly, feeling her head pounding and her shoulder aching. She remembered being shot and hitting her head on the seat before falling on the floor. Abigail tried moving her left shoulder, but the searing pain kept her immobile. It hadn’t been a shot meant to kill her, only cause pain. She cursed herself a fool for letting her guard down. She had thought the threat was over. The killer basically killed himself. There had been two killers. So much about the pattern was making sense now. First, she had to get out of here, wherever here was, and warn the FBI they had a traitor. A traitor that should be dead.
Abigail cracked an eye open and saw she was on dirt and leaves. She saw large tree trunks and a canopy of leaves above her. She was in the woods. But where
