Where am I?Blinking, she examined her surroundings, her mind groggy from sleep. Boxes were stacked against one wall while an old desk was pushed against the opposite one. A musty smell assaulted her nostrils. She shoved her fingers through her hair, trying to bring some order to the unruly strands.She remembered now where she was and why. Because J.T. had finally lain down on his couch to rest, she’d decided to catch some sleep in the small storeroom at the back of the sheriff’s station instead of the motel where the rest of the FBI agents were staying. Although there were two deputies on the night shift, she hadn’t wanted J.T. to be alone in case something happened in the middle of the night.Madison swung her legs over the side of the uncomfortable cot and rose. She did a series of quick stretches to work the aches out of her body. She felt as though she had gone fifteen rounds with the heavyweight boxing champion and had lost.A dim light from a window over the desk made patterns across the linoleum floor.
