Chapter 10
“Wake up.”
Cold water splashed across Maddock’s face, shocking him back to wakefulness. He had just a moment to grasp the significance of this—I’m alive—before a spike of pain drove through his skull. He blinked away the water that was dribbling into his eyes and then attempted to lever himself into an upright position. The effort was rewarded with a slap that, while not as brutal as the blow that had knocked him senseless, nevertheless flattened him.
“Stay down.” The voice did not belong to the man who had assaulted him on the beach, but it held the same brand of menace—doubtless one of his accomplices.
Maddock decided to do as instructed, not that he had much choice in the matter. He lay prone on a carpeted floor, his hands bound behind his back. His shoulders ached and hi
