Chapter 22
Sean wondered what his captors could believe a man like him was capable of doing. They don’t know me. If they bothered to do any research on the man they dragged from his home in the middle of the night, all they would have found would have been humiliating Beacon stories about a town drunk who never missed an opportunity to screw up his life, he realized. They could have killed me at any time, but they didn’t. They left me with food, and offered assurances that I’d be fine. If Jessica was right, and what had happened to Andrew Carson wasn’t intended, maybe they would be desperate not to let it happen again.
He stood up from his seat against the freezer door, tossing an empty water bottle into the cardboard box he felt in the dark next to his foot. It made a hollow clunk when
