Chapter Twenty-seven
I was being dragged into the Convention Center. I clawed at the arm around my throat, more to scream than get air. But it was impossible.
The doors to the Convention Center opened and I was dragged inside, fighting all the way with little effect. My brain registered there was another person besides the one with his arm around my throat. I wasn’t processing much past survival in the moment, but the fact of two people stood out to me. My chances of escape had just plummeted.
I was released with a shove into the same room Drake was killed in, only partitioned into a smaller area to isolate this section until the cleanup was complete and the custom special-order rug replaced. But, this was the spot where the buffet table had been stationed...and the body had been
