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There was a ringing in Danny’s ears. And something else, mechanical maybe. His neck protested as he lifted his head from where it rested against the seat. His head—Jesus! It hadn’t hurt this bad since…
Danny opened his eyes, to see a world swimming as though he were underwater. Motherfucker. They’d done it to him again, Virgil and Adam. How? And why? He put the car in park and switched off the ignition, hoping that would stop some of the noise. Danny felt like s**t, but nothing like the last time, so either they couldn’t do that kind of damage without help, or they weren’t trying to kill him now. His head drifted back against the seat and his eyes closed. Just a minute. He just needed a minute to rest, to get his head on straight.
But a sharp sound cut through the droning. The clicki
