It was a room, a lot like Doris’ place of business, with a double bed, a wing chair, a bureau, an alcove leading off in the direction of the bathroom. All this I saw when I opened my eyes.
Then I saw Steffy.
“Don’t talk,” she said. “Don’t try to get up. What did they do to you? I was so afraid you would…”
“Not this boy,” I said. I sneezed. I’d been deposited on the floor and now I sat up.
“I think I stopped the bleeding,” Steffy said. “They threw you in here about an hour ago, without saying a word. Jason, what do they want with us?”
“Tell me what happened after you went to see Wompler, then maybe we’ll figure it out.”
I touched the sore spots on my head gingerly and felt the caked blood there. I listened as Steffy spoke.
“First of all, stop looking at the door. It’s locked from the
