Chapter 11
Liz
"What if she wakes? What do we do then?" I hear a feminine, Irish voice say.
"What do you think? We make her fall back asleep." A British man says. The woman snickers, and I'm preemptively assuming she's the assistant. My head is throbbing madly and I don't know where I am. I'm hungry, and groggy. It seems like the room is spinning, and from what I can tell from my position on the cold, concrete floor, the room is big and cavernous. I have no idea what's going on, and my last memory is of falling asleep, happy and content, on Sophie's feather bed. And now here I am, laying on a cold floor. My leg has fallen asleep, and when I try to move it, I see my legs are shackled together at the ankle. So I close my eyes, and flip on to my back. I reach to itch my eye, but that's my mistake. A tall, thin man walks over, his features obscured by a blue scarf, and kicks me with a steel toed boot in the head and I black out.
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Grey Skies
Mystery / ThrillerSophie Roberts doesn't know any life beside hers of wealth and luxury. Helen Anderson has never had a case this big. And Liz Terrington hasn't known anyone to be kidnapped before. When one little event spirals in to something huge, something...
