Front Man 3 : Full Frontal (Part #3 Of The Front Man Series) - Plot & Excerpts
The room was in complete darkness, save for a dim lamp with a doo cracked shade in the far corner. What the hell was this place? Sara’s head ached, her mouth was dry and she felt like she might throw up. As she attempted to sit up, she quickly realized that her hands and feet were bound, and a wave of panic made her stomach clench. Shit. Whoever did this meant business. Sara felt tears well up, but she fought them back down. Crying wasn’t going to get her out of this mess. She wondered how long she’d been held captive . The room seemed to be windowless, so there was no way of knowing. At least she’d told Erica where she was going. While Sara guessed they’d moved her from the strip club after they’d knocked her out, at least that would be a starting point. Erica knew enough about her mission to raise the alarm. Sara exhaled, feeling at least a little relieved. She’d never been so glad to have confided in her best friend. Hunched on the floor of this cold, dark dungeon, it was hard to believe only twenty-four hours had passed since they were curled up on the couch, sharing a bottle of wine… *** “Oh my god, I am so glad we finally got to do this!
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