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Mitchell Parker was dragged to his feet by a person on each side of his bound arms. His blindfold prevented him from seeing them or where he was going. He tried to listen, to gain his bearings. In the distance he could hear a car engine, and the occasional voice speaking in Chinese, but otherwise the rooms were eerily quiet. Did Sam get away?
Mitch felt his heart pounding in his chest. As he was led into another room, he momentarily felt the sun on his face; it was gone just as quickly, and then he was taken downstairs. He wasn’t sure what time of the day it was, or whether he was facing east or west. He was pushed down into a chair, the hands releasing him.
Keep your head, Mitch coached himself, remembering his interrogation training. He braced himself, waiting. For several minutes
