Chapter 32

I next woke on a slightly damp, hard floor to the sound of a loud engine. I slowly opened my eyes, squinting from the bright sun, to see a pair of smart shoes feet. I then looked up higher to see Andrea, still wearing the same suit, and sat controlling the motor of the boat.

He glanced down for a split second before taking his eyes back to the river as if he hadn't noticed me.

I pulled my self into a tight ball and stared passively at the floor of the boat. My head throbbed and ached with a dull undetermined sense as my situation tried to sink in. It didn't feel real, how could it?

About an hour later, the boat came to a stop. I didn't move a muscle but Andrea took my already bruised wrist and hauled me onto a jetty.

"Welcome home," he announced as I looked up to see the huge mansion in front of us.

I remained silent as I was lead up a set of stairs to the front door where another suited man awaited us with a huge rifle slung across his chest.