CHAPTER 45
A CONFINED SPACE
Blanca pulled at the chains fastened around both wrists, but they only cut deeper into her skin, and she winced at the pain. The chains were attached to a steel pole cemented into the floor of a dark basement.
Her bottom was numb from sitting so long on the concrete floor. She had been here for what she estimated was a few hours. She hadn’t yet seen her kidnapper and was dehydrated and hungry.
What was this place? It looked like a basement. In a corner, she saw a dirty blanket and a tall pile of weathered wooden boxes. Cobwebs covered the walls and the piles of old newspapers, plastic chairs and bookshelves lay strewn. An old single bed sat on the opposite side, and she wondered who lived here.
Pedro might have been behind her kidnapping, not wanting her to
