Chapter 5

“Chief.” Memories came roaring back. He wasn’t on the cold table anymore. He was stretched out on a bed. He’d escaped, and somehow, he’d found sanctuary. “Am I still at Doc’s?”

“Yep. We’ve been here for about thirty minutes, but we couldn’t get you to wake up.” Chief Mike Haas gestured toward the door. “Reed’s seeing to Raider. I told him that damned dog was fine, but I guess he wouldn’t take my word for it.”

Thirty minutes. Alarm sizzled through Brendan’s veins, enough to drive him to try and sit up. Immediately, his back seized, and he cried out in pain.

“We need to get out and backtrack how I got here,” he wheezed as he propped himself up on his knuckles. Damn it, he’d managed the needles just fine in captivity; he could certainly handle it now. “I want this son of a bitch behind bars.”