Where the hell was she? Kat wasn’t in her room anymore. She really should keep better track of where she went to sleep. Her head felt heavy and swollen like she had a bad cold. Moving it made her feel woozy. She still had her clothes on. It didn’t feel like anything had happened to her. You heard about people being Roofied on holiday, but that was usually in bars, not in their breakfast. Her side still hurt.
She was sitting in an office chair. There was no view across the city, just bare concrete walls. It may have been the place she’d played poker yesterday, assuming it had been yesterday, but there was no table, no fancy rug. But there was the big fella, Danton, and two other guys who looked scrawny beside him. She wasn’t so thrilled to see him this time. One of the guys wore a suit. Th
