Ruby
Ruby groaned as her skull felt like it had been a hockey puck during overtime. When she moved to scratch her nose, plastic cut into her wrists. What the hell? She blinked to focus and found herself strapped to a metal chair. Her ankles and wrists shackled together with zip-ties and a rope wrapped around her chest, binding her to the chair. Around her was dark except a buzzing fluorescent light above her. A window sat on the left side, but it was bordered up. The place smelled of dust and remnants of greasy fries.
Last thing she remembered was following Brady's directions through the cellphone. So how'd she end up here?
Tommy!
The image of her knife in Tommy's side created a well of desperation in her chest. She had to get to him. The wound could kill him. And Brady...crap he must have knocked her out from behind and brought her here. But what about Tommy? Did Brady have him here too or finished him off?