INTRODUCTION
Sammy Jo Turner wanted to swallow … or scream for help, but the sock covered by duct tape prevented her from doing either. Wrists and ankles padlocked to a chair, pain trickled through her body with every move. Squirming in her seat merely enhanced her fatigue. The shackles would not budge.
On the positive side, her vision, hearing, and relentless brain remained intact. Give up was not part of her vocabulary. She needed her cell phone. Her only hope. Its neon case beckoned her from across the dark room. Just one call out, please, God …
She assessed her situation. While working under cover, she had dinner in a restaurant with Mark Channing. How did she end up in this gross dungeon? Is this his basement, workplace, or what? There’s only one explanation. Somehow, he managed to drug her. Then he brought her to this disgusting place, bound, and gagged her and left her with no food, water, bathroom access, or means of communicating with the outside world. She never would have come here willingly. Never.
What did he want with her? Had she blown her cover? Would he kill her or hold her hostage and demand a ransom? Then again, he could just be a clueless psychopath. Lose-lose full circle. Due to a breach of protocol on her part, only Mark is privy to her whereabouts. Scary picture indeed. She must signal for help before he returns, or else …
