Whatever Cookie thought Fiona was going to say, it wasn’t that.
“What?” he asked more harshly than he’d intended. His mind whirled. How could he have missed that? Cookie couldn’t believe it. Well, it was dark in the room he’d found her in and she was now wearing a long sleeve shirt, so he’d never gotten a good look at her arms.
Fiona kept her eyes closed and continued, “They’d been shooting me up with something. I’m not sure what. Not enough to freak me out, but enough to control me, to keep me complacent. I think they thought they could get me to do what they wanted if they got me hooked, that I’d do anything for another fix. But I refused to beg or behave for them. It’s been a while since they last gave me anything, I don’t know for sure how long. I swear if it gets bad enough, that if
