Chapter 69Riley slowly stepped through the door that led out of the garage. The room looked like something out of a horror movie–not particularly gruesome, but equally as terrifying. The entire room was painted in a glossy white finish, a single incandescent light bulb hung from a wire in the ceiling, and a steel chair sat in the middle of the room with a hole in the seat.
Riley was shoved from behind in the direction of the seat. He dragged his heels, stalling for time. The longer he took, the more time his colleagues would have to discover he was missing and track him down. A firm hand took hold of his collar and shoved him into the chair. After a brief pause, his attacker gripped Riley’s left arm, and a handcuff snapped around his wrist shortly before he heard the other side snap aroun
