Brass Monkey: A James Acton Thriller Book #2 - Plot & Excerpts
Her head pounded with a throbbing, pulsing pain that radiated from her face all the way to the back of her head. The sound of rushing blood filled her ears. And the sound of a truck changing gears. She opened her eyes slightly, then blinked several times, trying to moisten them, the dry air having turned her eyeballs into arid orbs. She reached to rub them when she discovered her hands couldn’t move, and in a moment of panic, it all came rushing back to her. Crawling up the hill. The sound behind her. The man hitting her in the face with something. And now this, tied up in a vehicle heading to who knows where for who knows what purpose. The truck bucked forward again, the gnashing of gears roared in protest, the driver having trouble shifting. Laura was lying down on the cool, metal floor of some sort of truck. The side that filled her vision was piled high with boxes and canvas bags, most of which appeared military issue, their distinctive green with black stencil lettering a dead giveaway.
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