Chapter 6
I awoke from a dream of free falling and felt myself bounce around inside a moving box with a steel lid. My landing was abrupt and soft, a plushly carpeted steel box then. The trunk of a car, and a big one if someone had managed to stuff me into it. A Cadillac, maybe, or a Crown Vic. Another bump bounced me, and something beside me tipped over and bounced against my head.
Something that felt like ribbed steel. A birdcage.
Trouble squawked his irritation a moment later, confirming my suspicions.
“Here comes trouble!” He screeched, told me to f**k myself.
Laughter from the cab.
I suppose it was pretty funny.
I tried to keep track of the minutes as they, whoever they might be, sped me away. Trying to figure out where they might be taking me by estimating the miles. After two
