Chapter 16: Behind Barbed Wire
Darkness. Damp. Cold. Caroline’s head felt as though she’d awakened from a week-long binge while a herd of elephants practiced the rumba inside her head. Was I drugged? She rubbed her temples to alleviate the pain. Liquid trickled down her cheek. From the coppery smell, she knew it was blood. Her blood. Where was she?
She shook her head in an effort to clear her thoughts, but the intense pain made her stop. Caroline’s last memory was being on a bluff with Samson and Delilah, and watching the fog close in around them.
There was a gun pointed at me. Billy’s hand holding the gun. Billy Devlin.
A pinprick of light pierced the dark. She willed herself to stand, but her legs wouldn’t cooperate. Fighting waves of nausea, she dragged herself slowly toward the tin
