Chase Baker And The Da Vinci Divinity (A Chase Baker Thriller Series Book 6) - Plot & Excerpts
Blaze orange. An orange so bright it almost hurts my eyes to look at it. My head hurts. But then, that’s not surprising considering the sucker punch those bearded bastards snuck in on me. My eyes suddenly regain focus and I realize the blaze orange I’m staring at is myself. Rather, the baggy jumper that’s been placed over my own clothing. While several pieces of thick duct tape gag my mouth, my hands are bound behind my back with one of those plastic ties soldiers and riot police use to neutralize violent offenders. My ankles are bound with an identical plastic tie. I’m lying on my side on a damp stone floor, fetal position, my eyes focused on my thighs and knees. The floor smells like piss. In fact, straightening myself out, and shifting myself onto my back, I realize the entire place smells like a combination of piss, sweat, and the excrement of not one animal, but several varieties. There are no windows, only window-sized rusted grates and grills installed at the very tops of the old, if not ancient, stone walls, with screens over them for ventilation.
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