Chapter 10
He wouldn’t allow himself to be forced to serve some other regime or be compelled to harm others. He’d worked too hard, for too long, to find ways to save and improve lives. Lennon had some injectors and some tools. His friends had no idea where he was. They might not even realize he’d been taken. He was on his own.
There was no use fretting about it. The only thing he could do was to stay alert until he could find a way to escape. No one was going to do it for him.4
Ben let himself into Lennon’s condo and let out a long, low whistle. His ex had certainly moved up in the world. When Ben had left, he’d walked away from an old, rickety apartment in a building that just needed one accident with microwave popcorn to burn to the ground. Now he had a condo that was upwards of two thousand square feet, with a view of Boston from every window and a nice balcony to boot.