Zack frowned, then his face heated as he realized that he was the one who’d made that pathetic sound. Every inch of his body hurt, as if it were one big bruise. His mind was a confusing fog of impressions. Everything seemed disconnected, fuzzy, and he couldn’t focus his thoughts. His mouth was dry, his stomach roiling with nausea. Drugged. The way he felt, he’d definitely been drugged. A mask, with holes for eyes, a wide slit for the mouth. A man, carrying Kaylee, dumping her inside...what? The trunk of a car? No. That wasn’t right. Crunching metal, shattering glass, a zapping, buzzing sound. Pain. Unbearable, scorching pain. His left thigh ached, burned. He rubbed his arm across his jeans, felt the holes in the cloth. Everything snapped together in his mind. The van, slamming into his truck. Him, rounding the back. Wires shooting toward him, electricity sizzling through his nerves. A man, dressed all in black, leather mask concealing his features.
