Adam could barely breathe. His whole body was trembling when the black car stopped in front of a huge, dark mansion surrounded by trees. The sky above was grey, and thunder rumbled in the distance. Two of Vice Governor Henry Willow’s men opened the door and pulled Adam out, dragging him toward the mansion like a sack of garbage.
“Please,” Adam whispered. “Where are you taking me?”
None of the men answered.
His legs felt weak, his hands still tied behind him, his foot bleeding through the bandage. His face was swollen, and his body throbbed with pain from all the punches he received inside the police station. He knew he was in danger, but he didn’t expect this.
They led him up the back stairs of the mansion, past narrow hallways, until they reached the attic. The room was cold and dusty
