Chapter 36
The two burly men pushed Frank and Sarah through the warehouse door, shouting in Russian. Their hoods were taken off and Frank saw they were in a huge, dilapidated space. Lengths of rusted chains hung from pulleys on rails that crisscrossed along the entire area. Frank’s eyes darted along the boarded up windows, desperately looking for clues to a possible escape route. The windows looked well secured with metal sheets bolted onto them. Only a gap in the warehouse roof, letting in the early dawn light, at least thirty feet above them offered any hope and that looked like an extreme long shot. He glanced at Sarah, who was clearly frightened and tried to give her a reassuring look whilst struggling to hold his own uncertainty at bay.
The taller blonde thug took the duct tape off
