CHAPTER FORTY
Steel groaned as he woke slowly. Everything was black, and he felt the restraints pull on the skin of his wrists. He tried to move his legs but found them bound as well. But he did not struggle or kick, yell or scream. He just lay still to get a sense of his situation. The floor was cold but not damp, which could mean he was underground, possibly a cellar. But he was basing his assessment on pre-existing information, and he did not know that much about old structures in Malta. For all, he knew he could be in a tower of one of the ancient fortresses. The truth was, he had no idea.
Steel moved his hands about slowly, trying to ascertain what the binds were made from. Steel felt the bite from thin plastic against his wrists, possibly plasticuffs. Steel moved his legs, but they
