The bathroom door flew open.
She cried out. Adrenaline fueling her, she hoisted the lid fragment above her head, ready to throw it at the intruder.
In the doorway, a wide-eyed Fader jumped back. He peeked around the doorframe. “Please don’t throw that.”
Letting the broken lid drop to the floor, she slumped back against the toilet tank. “s**t, bro, am I glad to see you.”
Fader stepped into the bathroom, pulling out his pocketknife. “Gimme your hands.” He slipped the blade carefully between her wrists and sawed at the zip tie. “Who did this?”
“Link.”
He finished cutting through her wrist bonds. “But he’s our friend.”
Taking the knife from him, she started on the ties around her ankles. “There’s something wrong with him.”
She remembered Link’s strange behavior and his words. These peo
