Chapter 6Sitting on a narrow chair with his hands bound behind his back, Henley tried to see through the black cloth hood. He listened to the voices behind the door. They’d been quiet in the last minutes.
Once every few seconds, he’d wiggle his fingers and shift position in his seat, hoping to keep the blood flowing through his already sore limbs. Had to keep himself under control. Mind over matter. They weren’t going to kill him. That wouldn’t be smart of them. They wanted a ransom, probably. Or to get their acolytes out of jail. This was kidnapping. He was Stephen Fredrikson’s son. Ottawa would intervene. This would be over in a few hours. It would be all right. Everything would be all right. Everything would be just fine. They weren’t going to kill him. Why would they kill him? They co
