CHAPTER 25
NO, NOT AGAIN. This couldn’t be happening again.
My head throbbed as the darkness faded, and a spartan room came into focus. Wow. This was even worse than room seven at the Quality Inn.
I lay on a grimy mattress, and at some point, I’d kicked free of the grey woollen blanket next to me, leaving me freezing. My clothes—where were my clothes? I’d been stripped to my underwear, and the jeans and polo neck I’d been wearing yesterday were nowhere to be seen. Light came from a single window set high in the eaves, covered with a metal grille just in case I entertained any thoughts of escape. But do you know what scared me most?
The bucket in the corner.
Surely, they didn’t expect me to…? I scrambled to my knees and stumbled to the door. Locked. Dammit! I rattled the handle but nob
