Maria Hudgins - Lacy Glass 02 - The Man on the Istanbul Train by Maria Hudgins

Author:Maria Hudgins [Hudgins, Maria]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery: Cozy - Botanist - Turkey
ISBN: 9781301656332
Publisher: Maria Hudgins
Published: 2012-05-15T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Darkness. Lacy didn’t know where she was, or why, or anything at all except that her head hurt worse than it ever had in her whole life. Throbbing with every pulse, her eyeballs and teeth hurt, as if her brain had swollen and was pushing eyes, teeth, and even hair follicles out to make room for itself. Her mouth was parched. She felt she was lying on her right side and tried to raise her arm to cushion her head with her hand. Her arm wouldn’t move.

She couldn’t tell if her eyes were open or not. Using the muscles that normally opened and closed them, she tried a few times and found that the open option produced a rectangle of bluish light. She decided she was lying on a hard floor, facing a window and it was dark outside. She tried again to move her arms, but she couldn’t feel them. Where were her arms?

She must have drifted off again because the next time she opened her eyes, she could see the grid of a wooden window frame and the light was a little brighter. Her head felt as if her brains might fall out if she tried to lift it, but she tried it anyway and looked down. Saw her knees. Where were her hands? Looking down across her cheekbones, she saw a corner of the silvery tape stretched across her mouth. She was bound and gagged with duct tape. Her legs would only move, mermaid-like, as a unit. Her hands were taped behind her back.

Wriggling around in a circle, she determined that she was alone in a bare room. A room with one window and one door. Oh yes. And one small table, and two chairs and a wastebasket. Her reason for being here escaped her. Not a clue. Her best guess was that she lay in a back room of the biology building at Wythe University. Not in the basement. The basement had no windows. Wood floor. Not the biology building after all.

She sensed that Job One was getting free. That couldn’t hurt no matter where she was. Hands taped together at the wrists. Legs taped around calves. Was she wearing shoes? Were her hands taped tightly or loosely? Palms together or palms out? She couldn’t answer any of these simple questions because her arms and legs were numb. Wait. She could answer the shoe question by bending her body at the hips, into a V. She did so and saw boots. At least three wraps of duct tape held her calves together. She sat up and inched herself to the wall using her butt and heels. Easy, except for the sitting up part which, incredibly, made her head hurt even worse.

Lacy thought she could maneuver her bound hands to the front of her body by throwing her shoulders out of their sockets although she hadn’t actually done that since she was ten years old. That thought made some sort of connection in her mind. Something recent, but the connection broke a split second later.

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