CHAPTER EIGHT
Reid couldn’t see a thing. There were no windows in the facility. The workers in the other room must have thrown some breakers, because even the sounds of the machinery in the next room faded and fell silent.
He quickly reached out for the place he knew Otets to be and grabbed onto the Russian’s collar before he could make a run for it. Otets made a small choking sound as Reid yanked him backward. In the same moment, a red emergency light came on, just a bare bulb jutting from the wall just over the door. It bathed the room in a soft, eerie glow.
“These men are not fools,” Otets said quietly. “You will not make it out of this alive.”
His mind raced. He needed to know where they were—or better yet, he needed them to come to him.
But how?
It’s simple. You know what to do.
