Chapter Thirteen
The container door was open, and Mark was lying face down where he’d fallen after the man he’d called Adam hit him over his head hard with the butt of his gun. Someone had fired a shot at the man who’d locked her up, tied her up, and terrorized her. He was no longer standing in the door, and all she could do as she struggled was stare in horror at an unmoving Mark.
“Damn you, Mark! Don’t be dead!” she was screaming at him from behind her gag as she dug her toes into the steel wall and rolled on her side to squirm her way to him.
“Wake up, Mark!” She knew her voice was muffled. She kept trying to rub off the gag, but Adam had tied it too tight. He was good at it. There was no give at all in the ropes, so tight they were biting into her skin as she fought against them, st
