“Tell me where he is,” Archer returned.
Steam was pluming above the closed curtain and she heard the drum of the water. Archer was wearing a towel around his hips and she saw another tattoo, this one started around his ankle and wound up round his calf to his thigh, black and tribal like the arm sleeve on the opposite side.
The thickness of the muscles in his thigh were impressive and she wondered if his fitness and physique were cultivated in a gym or if torturing and other criminality were exercise enough.
“So that’s it? Tag. Do you plan to keep me here until I give him up?”
“Yep.”
He could keep her here and drug her every night for the rest of eternity, she would never betray her friend. “Won’t happen,” she said.
Resting a hip on the sink, he folded his arms. “I’ll keep you until
