35
Saudi Arabia
With her wrists bound in duct tape, Kovac’s men marched Driver into a different room. This one an old interrogation room, with old manacles bolted to the wall and none of the trappings of the Viper Nine leader’s quarters.
She took a hard shove in the back and fell to the concrete floor. Kovac stood over her with his weapon holstered. ‘Time to start talking,’ he said. ‘What do you know?’
The man’s first threat had been a bluff. She doubted his desire for the truth would stretch beyond a second refusal to talk.
‘I told you, I don’t know anything,’ Driver said, struggling to her feet and facing her captors.
‘Then why is my power still down?’ Kovac asked. ‘The breaker switch is back on, but yet, no electricity.’
‘Faulty wiring?’ Driver suggested, looking around the room.
