CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Nick Weaver forced his eyes open. He had no idea of the time, whether it was day or night, or how long he’d been drifting in and out of consciousness on the cold, hard floor. The pain that throbbed in his skull felt so intense that he had trouble stringing his thoughts together. But he knew he needed to get up on his feet – to find a way out of this dank pit.
Dizziness hit him as he raised his head. Nausea threatened his stomach. His vision blurry, he struggled to focus on the stained concrete-block walls that surrounded him. Fought to erase the dark spots that plagued his sight. But one image burned clear in his mind. The face of the person who’d attacked him. Even now he could see the man’s dark narrow eyes and the wicked grin twisting the man’s lips.
He should have kn
