27FeliciaFor two days, I live in a world of darkness. I am moved from car to boat, from boat to plane, from plane to car, and finally from car into an elevator which descends deep into the earth. The elevator lurches as it goes farther and farther down.
Mr. Black has left me in the hands of his goons, but he ordered them not to touch me. And if I’ve learnt one thing over two days of listening to his men talk, it’s that they all fear Mr. Black. I’ve heard them say he can kill a man with the nod of his head. Judging by the ease with which he transported me from France to here—wherever here is—I believe them.
When the bag is pulled from my head, I squint against the light. It’s only a bulb which hangs from a loose wire, but to my eyes it’s an explosion. After a time, my sight begins to adju
