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BLANKET OF ANONYMITY
Remote cabin, Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming
Jana’s eyes opened and she squinted into bright afternoon sun piercing the cabin’s window. The right side of her neck was tight with pain from her head’s being in that position for so long, and her jaw throbbed. When she saw Rafael, she wrenched her body upright.
“Enjoy your little nap? Let me look at your pupils.” He leaned toward her. “Very nice. I’d say most of the effects of the fentanyl have worn off. Good, this is how I want you. I want you fully conscious and aware as I run my hands across you.” His grin sent a nauseating sensation through Jana. “And other things.” He began to pace the floor in front of her. “But first, there are some things I want to know from you. Things about your terrorism investigation
