The Last Timekeepers and the Dark Secret by Sharon Ledwith

Author:Sharon Ledwith [Ledwith, Sharon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: k'12
Publisher: Mirror World Publishing
Published: 2016-10-16T16:00:00+00:00

14. The Interrogation

Jordan grimaced, trying to open his eyes. His head pounded. A crust in the corner of his eyes made this endeavor tougher, but he did it. He tried to focus, but everything around him was a blur. Jordan lifted his nose and sniffed. His stomach hardened. The heavy smell of burnt flesh mixed with mildew lingered in the air.

“Jordan? Are you all right?” Uncle John whispered.

Jordan grunted and nodded weakly. Then he realized that his arms had fallen asleep. He tried to move them, but couldn’t. Someone had tied him to a wooden chair. Jordan’s shoulders tightened. His feet were bound to the chair’s legs, so he couldn’t move. The only thing that wasn’t tied down was his tongue, so he decided to use it. “W-Where are you, Uncle?”

I’m behind you,” Uncle John answered, then coughed. “But I’m afraid that I’m tied up too.”

“I’m here, too,” Ravi said. His voice sounded like he’d swallowed a handful of sand. “Look to your right.”

Jordan turned his head. He blinked a few times to regain his vision. Ravi’s face appeared drained of color, more ashen than his usual light brown hue. A thin line of dried blood ran down his left temple and dotted his shirt’s white collar. Jordan clenched his bound fists. “W-What happened? The last thing I remember is seeing Uncle John’s legs sticking out from behind a crate.”

“We were ambushed,” Ravi replied, licking his dry lips.

Jordan frowned. “By Crowley?”

“Yes,” Uncle John cut in. “Hans had just enough time to gather an armful of books from the trashcan he had hidden them in and take off through a hole in the fence. I used the can’s lid as a frisbee and pitched it at Crowley to help Hans escape. You would have been proud of my throw, Tiger. I hit him in the face. That’s the last thing I remember.”

“The Prof was down and out by the time Doctor Arthur and I arrived,” Ravi added. “While Crowley was kneeling on the ground cupping his face, four men in dark uniforms came out of the shadows and jumped us.” His nostrils flared. “After I got smacked on the side of my head, my face was smothered with a sweet-smelling wet cloth and that’s all I remember.”

Jordan’s eyes bugged. “Where’s Doctor Arthur?”

“I-I’m…over here. Near…the corner…behind your uncle.”

Jordan released a huge breath. Doctor Arthur sounded strained, yet disciplined.

“Are you all right, Arthur?” Uncle John asked.

“I-I’m uncomfortable, b-but…alive,” he replied.

Jordan stretched his neck as far as it would go, but all he saw were stained, cement walls.

“Are you tied to a chair too?” Ravi asked.

“I-I suppose…you could say that, Ravi,” the doctor replied, his voice pushing to get the words out between breaths. “I’m hanging upside-down…from my knees…to a board sitting across…the top of the two chairs…with my hands and feet…bound together.”

Jordan’s body tensed. Why is Crowley doing this? Does he get his jollies from torture? Is he that much of a sadist? Jordan snorted. Yes. Yes of course he is. He’s had a good teacher in Belial.

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