Her hands, she’d quickly realized, were cuffed to the bolt under the driver’s seat. The metal cuff and the duct tape made it impossible for her to tug her wrist free. There was little victory in knowing she wasn’t paranoid about being followed. She twisted her mouth side to side, praying for a lucky break. If her captor had been honest and they were at her house, screaming for help was her only hope. She didn’t want to die, not yet, not before she got the worst of the secrets out of the lab. Her stomach rolled and she went still long enough to stem the urge to vomit. When she saw Dr. Gerardi again, she’d slap him, or worse, for subjecting her to that noxious gas. Her head ached and her vision was blurry. Thankfully, the air filling her lungs was clean. She didn’t know Gerardi’s intention, but she wasn’t going to make it easy on him. She was alive and she intended to stay that way. She’d managed to loosen one corner of the tape at her mouth when the door opened and a massive man in dark clothing filled the space.
