Chapter 20
Sean sat on the cement floor with his back flat against the freezer door. He hoped to hear movement from the outside room if anyone approached. His teeth sank into the peach he held. Its juices felt good sliding down his parched throat, as did the swig of water he took afterwards from one of the plastic bottles.
He thought hard about his captor’s reaction an hour earlier when he’d mentioned Norman. The name had clearly rattled the man, but the insinuation that Booth was in a position of power put him at ease. Sean wondered if Booth was merely a bit player in a large hierarchy.
He thought about what had happened back at his home. Jessica had been wired with a listening device. The man who had busted in had heard their conversation, probably from a hiding spot in the back of Je
