Chapter Fourteen
I grimace in pain as I press the ice pack to my ankle, which has swelled up so much it hurt just to take my sock off. I really need to work on my landings. As cold numbness seeps into my foot, I stare out the window of…wherever the hell I am. Not that there’s much to see—undeveloped land crisscrossed by asphalt roads stretch off into the distance.
Captain Magnusson had no sooner introduced himself when an armored van pulled into the parking lot behind the semi. I barely had time to retrieve my jacket before the badass with the face-shield took my arm and ushered me through the back door of the van and onto a metal bench. We were on the road seconds later.
For forty-five minutes or so, I sat there, nursing my throbbing ankle, my only company the imposing figure of Mr. Fa
