Chapter Twelve
They woke the women up by banging on the iron bars of their cages with lengths of pipe. It was very effective, and it took a moment for Alexa’s heart rate to return to normal. She could see that it was dark out now, and dim overhead lights weakly illuminated the interior of the slave market. She also saw two men helping Lynette out of her cage. They didn’t look like any of the men who had bagged the skier, and they were dressed almost identically in jeans, cowboy boots and loose-fitting white shirts. As she looked around, she saw more men dressed that way and concluded that it was some kind of uniform for men who worked in the slave market. She watched as they put black leather cuffs around Lynette’s wrists and ankles, then buckled a wide, heavy-looking black collar around
