Chapter 50Lani's hands were hogtied behind her back. Peter sat behind her with his back against hers, his hands also bound. Duct tape held their legs together. Both blindfolded, they smelled a horrid stench in the musty air. “Where do you think we are?”
“I don't know, but it's not my idea of a honeymoon.”
“At least we'll die together.”
“Do you hear the piped in jungle sounds and the waterfall?”
“Think. That's a clue to where we are.” She coughed, “but don't forget it's my first time in Vegas.” A stinging sensation burned her covered eyes. “Pete, it smells like Aunt Betsy's cat around here. I hate the smell of cat.”
They sat on cold stone, hidden in the back area of a rainforest display, where misty drops of dew filled humid air, amid giant palms, rubber plants and fake bird of paradis
