Leather sofas lined the soundproofed room, and a billiard table filled the center. There were no windows, and the only door had locked behind us. On the far bar sat the same model of black video camera Damon had used on the bus. Its red recording light was already on, aimed toward the table.
The four men circled me. Damon walked to the billiard table and ran his palm over the green felt.
"An upgrade from our last meeting, wouldn't you say? Arthur insists on the best."
I looked from the camera to the locked door and let my breathing speed up. My shoulders folded, and I tested the handle once even though I had heard the lock. It was the same panic they had recorded on the bus, enough to make all four of them careless.
The man I had bitten locked an arm across my chest from behind. I stru
