It was so quiet around him that the grasshoppers and crickets outside the farmhouse in the grass were beginning to sound like a herd of stampeding buffalos.
Trey lay on his back and closed his one good eye. He let the coldness of the floor underneath his aching body numb some of the pain away.
Not much was going through his mind. He had already done way too much thinking since his capture. Any more and he was certain he would get a brain aneurysm.
The melody of a song floated through his mind instead, and Trey softly hummed to himself. That was how Danielle found him. Lying flat on his back with a chain and cuff around his ankle. His eyes closed while he filled the quiet with a soft tune of a song playing in his head.
“Oh God,” Danielle’s broken voice cut through the tranquility like
