IT WASN’T pleasant. He stayed motionless, taking stock. Every nerve ending above his armpits was throbbing, with the greatest concentration behind his eyes. His mouth was bone dry, and his entire body ached, all but his hands, which had gone numb.Since he’d figured the lights out would be a permanent condition, he wasn’t complaining all that much. He wasn’t in a huge rush to get a load of where he was, either. For one thing, that would entail opening his eyes, and he had a feeling opening his eyes would involve more pain. And from what he could tell of his surroundings, he wasn’t going to like what he found.He was seated on a chair, hands secured behind his back, his regular gun and his ankle piece gone, along with Harley’s switchblade, which had been in his back pocket. The air was fresh and he got the impression of open space. He also got the impression that he wasn’t alone, despite the silence.Playing dead held some appeal. He could pretend to sleep and give himself a little more time to come up with a game plan.
