It seemed that almost as soon as I had closed my eyes, Nick was pulling me out of the van and carrying me.I opened my eyes and peered around. We were in a parking garage of some sort. John had pulled up in front of the elevator and Tony was helping Malcolm out of his seat.“Where are we?” I asked.“I decided to bring you to the shop instead of taking you home.”“The shop. Nick, I told Deirdre about the shop.”“But you didn’t tell her where it was, did you?”“No. I didn’t know where it was.”“Right. So don’t worry about it now. We’ll deal with it in the morning. You need to get some rest.”“But first I need to take another look at that shoulder wound of hers,” Tony said. “I think it might need a couple of stitches.”Malcolm was silent through all of this, looking around the garage dazedly.We took the elevator up to the top floor, then walked across a short walkway to what looked at first glance to be an office building. Numbered doors lined the hallway, much as they had in Deirdre’s dungeon.
