Pepper was inside something being rolled along uneven
ground. It was dark and damp and she wouldn’t be able to see a damn thing even
if there was a light on—her eyes were covered. She needed to spit. She couldn’t
do that either with something tied tight around her mouth soaked in drool. Her tongue
got in the way when she tried to yell. The sudden touch of cold metal pressed
against her check convinced her not to try again.
She remembered standing by the car as she talked to Clayton
over the wire she was wearing. Did she still have it on? Pepper moved her restrained
arms so she could feel the edge of her carrier with her shoulder. The odd angle
of the side led her to believe she was in a wheel barrel. Her movement to shift
her wrists so she wasn’t sitting on them earned her a smack in the head. It
didn’t matter. She felt her bra press the wire against her chest. The sheriff
must be able to hear what was going on.
Her captor stopped. She didn’t
know who, the person did not speak. Pepper felt the tip too late. With no time to
prepare, she hit the ground hard, her cheek bone bounced off the rough edge of
a stone wall with a crack. She had to quell
her fear and think straight. Where the hell was she?
***
If you would like to catch up, here is my 2013 A to Z Mystery Recap.
This
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ReplyDeleteI wish I knew! I wish I knew! :) I think I got it though....
ReplyDeleteHe got her good !!
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