something. Dazed, she shook her head and tried to stand.
Her vision blurred even as her mind was yelling get up and fight . She rested her head back down and tried to take in the room.
Parkman looked unconscious. She saw his shoes as he was being dragged from the room. More men than she could count stood in the doorway.
Then the hotel room door slammed shut.
She was alone.
Her neck ached.
What the hell is wrong with my neck?
She reached up to feel around but her arm felt like a chunk of lead. She finally got it to her neck and felt the end of a needle sticking out.
Drugged!
Her thoughts grew more fuzzy. Her eyes closed.
Her arm dropped at an odd angle as Sarah fell into an anesthetized sleep on the floor of her hotel room.
Chapter 8
Consciousness came back slowly. She wavered in and out and then reality seeped in and she recalled what had happened. She sat up too fast gasping for breath. Her head spun a little, the room tilting.
“Parkman? You here? Parkman?”
She eased up off the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. Aches and pains were evident everywhere. Her right arm was sore as it had been bent back while she slept.
What happened to Parkman? Who were those men?
She couldn’t tell. She hadn’t gotten a good look at them. They wore suits. Well dressed for sure. Strong, too.
She looked at the door to her room and then where she sat now on the edge of the bed. At least seven feet. Happy that nothing broke, she twisted her upper body back and forth to loosen her cramped muscles.
Needle. Drugged.
Shit.
She reached up and gingerly felt around her neck. The needle was still there. She eased it out slowly. Examining it revealed nothing to her other than it was shaped like a dart. There was no way to discover what had been in it without the aid of a laboratory.
Sarah tossed it into a corner and stood up. Her head was a little woozy, causing her to waver on her feet.
She looked into Parkman’s room. His suitcase sat on the end of his bed.
“Parkman?”
The early evening sun beat in through the window. There was still daylight.
She started for the open adjoining door and glanced at the alarm clock on the side of her bed.
7:15pm.
Shit, I’ve been out for four hours. Anything could’ve happened. What the fuck did they drug me with? That shit fucking pisses me off.
Parkman was gone. There was no sign that anyone had been there since the kidnapping.
Why take Parkman? He wasn’t a threat. If anyone should be prone to kidnappings it was Sarah. She’d been taken twice in the last four to five years. Both times by people determined to kill her. Both times she got away, and her kidnappers were all dead.
Except for Armond Stuart. He was behind everything from the start. So it stood to reason that Parkman was taken by Armond’s men. Big strong bodyguards. Strong enough to throw Sarah over seven feet.
Unless it was the Sophia Project men. Although, were they really with the University of Arizona? Could that be possible after what Parkman witnessed yesterday? They had weapons. They were about to attack Armond and his men. Or maybe the Sophia shit was a ruse and they were really just government workers looking for a real psychic to add to some kind of war machine.
Parkman saw them yesterday. Parkman worked with Sarah. He knew Sarah better than even her own parents when it came to the psychic stuff. He’d researched her extensively and worked with her over a month ago, following her clues from Vivian to save Sarah’s life. Parkman was the only cop she trusted.
That’s why they took him. He added himself to the mix when he came for me and the agency men want to learn more about his motives. Parkman could be in some real trouble.
She turned away from his room and spoke out loud. “Vivian. You gotta help me here. This is getting scary and you know it takes a lot to get
Her vision blurred even as her mind was yelling get up and fight . She rested her head back down and tried to take in the room.
Parkman looked unconscious. She saw his shoes as he was being dragged from the room. More men than she could count stood in the doorway.
Then the hotel room door slammed shut.
She was alone.
Her neck ached.
What the hell is wrong with my neck?
She reached up to feel around but her arm felt like a chunk of lead. She finally got it to her neck and felt the end of a needle sticking out.
Drugged!
Her thoughts grew more fuzzy. Her eyes closed.
Her arm dropped at an odd angle as Sarah fell into an anesthetized sleep on the floor of her hotel room.
Chapter 8
Consciousness came back slowly. She wavered in and out and then reality seeped in and she recalled what had happened. She sat up too fast gasping for breath. Her head spun a little, the room tilting.
“Parkman? You here? Parkman?”
She eased up off the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. Aches and pains were evident everywhere. Her right arm was sore as it had been bent back while she slept.
What happened to Parkman? Who were those men?
She couldn’t tell. She hadn’t gotten a good look at them. They wore suits. Well dressed for sure. Strong, too.
She looked at the door to her room and then where she sat now on the edge of the bed. At least seven feet. Happy that nothing broke, she twisted her upper body back and forth to loosen her cramped muscles.
Needle. Drugged.
Shit.
She reached up and gingerly felt around her neck. The needle was still there. She eased it out slowly. Examining it revealed nothing to her other than it was shaped like a dart. There was no way to discover what had been in it without the aid of a laboratory.
Sarah tossed it into a corner and stood up. Her head was a little woozy, causing her to waver on her feet.
She looked into Parkman’s room. His suitcase sat on the end of his bed.
“Parkman?”
The early evening sun beat in through the window. There was still daylight.
She started for the open adjoining door and glanced at the alarm clock on the side of her bed.
7:15pm.
Shit, I’ve been out for four hours. Anything could’ve happened. What the fuck did they drug me with? That shit fucking pisses me off.
Parkman was gone. There was no sign that anyone had been there since the kidnapping.
Why take Parkman? He wasn’t a threat. If anyone should be prone to kidnappings it was Sarah. She’d been taken twice in the last four to five years. Both times by people determined to kill her. Both times she got away, and her kidnappers were all dead.
Except for Armond Stuart. He was behind everything from the start. So it stood to reason that Parkman was taken by Armond’s men. Big strong bodyguards. Strong enough to throw Sarah over seven feet.
Unless it was the Sophia Project men. Although, were they really with the University of Arizona? Could that be possible after what Parkman witnessed yesterday? They had weapons. They were about to attack Armond and his men. Or maybe the Sophia shit was a ruse and they were really just government workers looking for a real psychic to add to some kind of war machine.
Parkman saw them yesterday. Parkman worked with Sarah. He knew Sarah better than even her own parents when it came to the psychic stuff. He’d researched her extensively and worked with her over a month ago, following her clues from Vivian to save Sarah’s life. Parkman was the only cop she trusted.
That’s why they took him. He added himself to the mix when he came for me and the agency men want to learn more about his motives. Parkman could be in some real trouble.
She turned away from his room and spoke out loud. “Vivian. You gotta help me here. This is getting scary and you know it takes a lot to get
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