That Time in Rio by Logan Ryles

That Time in Rio by Logan Ryles

Author:Logan Ryles [Ryles, Logan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ryker Morgan Publishing
Published: 2021-05-21T05:00:00+00:00


Wolfgang didn’t know how long he’d been out when consciousness finally returned. His head pounded like a drum, sending pulsing agony ripping through his skull, down his spine, and to every end of his body.

Screw me.

He sat on a rock-hard floor made of wood planks fit close together, with his arms wrenched behind him and fastened to the wall. A metal roof blocked out the night sky, and brick walls surrounded him. So, he was inside a shack, then. Tied up and left alone.

Megan. Where’s Megan?

Panic overcame him. He sat up, and his vision cleared, then he jerked at the bonds that held his arms against the wall. His muscles ached, and his head swam, but the fear he felt overcame all of that. He imagined Megan in the mud again, pinned down by the Red Command, stretched out and—

“Wolfgang! Be still, dammit.”

Wolfgang froze and shook his head to clear it. His mind still felt fuzzy, but he recognized the voice. He turned toward the voice and saw Megan sitting directly beside him, her hands tied behind her in similar fashion.

“Oh God,” he said. “I thought they had you.”

Megan smirked. “I’d say they do.”

“You know what I mean.”

He leaned back, resting his pounding head against the bricks. The best he could tell, his hands were bound with wire ties to some kind of metal ring or maybe a pipe—something mounted to or running out of the masonry.

“How long have we been here?”

“Few hours. The Lego dude had them throw us in here, then they all left.”

“The Lego dude?”

“I believe you called him Brazilian John Cena.”

Wolfgang forced a little laugh. “I thought you were unconscious.”

“Faking it. It’s not a lot of fun to rape an unconscious woman.”

Smart girl.

“You have to admit,” Wolfgang said, “the dude kinda looks like a Brazilian John Cena.”

“Sure. But I like John Cena.”

Wolfgang grinned. “And I like Legos.”

“Ha. You never despair, do you?”

Wolfgang shrugged. It wasn’t much of a gesture with his hands bound. “What’s the point of that? Anything could change.”

“Right . . . but it doesn’t look good.”

No, it doesn’t. It looks like we’re neck-deep in quicksand.

Wolfgang decided to change the subject to a slightly more hopeful topic. “I wonder if Edric and Kevin got out okay.”

“I’m sure they figured something out. I’ve been thinking about that, and I think I figured out why our radios failed. When the Brazilian police stormed the favela, they must’ve run some kind of radio jammer to inhibit the Red Command. It locked us up, too.”

“Makes sense. Which makes you wonder . . .”

“Wonder what?”

Wolfgang sat up. “It makes you wonder if this whole thing was a setup. Whoever kidnapped Rose had to know we’d make a play to recover her. By setting the deadline for their demands to be met, they established a window wherein they could predict the time of our rescue attempt. Assuming they knew about the GPS tracker in Rose’s necklace, they could also predict the location of our attempt.”

Megan nodded slowly. “Right. All they had to do was plant the necklace someplace where we’d be caught in the crossfire.



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