The Mediterranean Sea
Day One
Angie fought to regain her sense of time and place.
Memory returned. Harper. Harper was missing. And oh god, was Zoe dead? Angie remembered seeing that flash of silver near Zoe’s throat before the alley had gone dark. Dread roiled her stomach. Dear god. Undone by a roofie.
And oh god, was Zoe dead? Dear god. Undone by a roofie.Without opening her eyes, she took stock of the situation. Her temple throbbed, her mouth felt like she’d been chewing sand, and she heard the loud rumble of an engine. Whatever she was lying on was moving and the smell of the sea was strong, as was the acrid odor of fear mixed with machine oil. Was she tucked away in the bottom of a ship’s hull?
She prayed not. Water was not her friend. Never had been. Well, at least not since sh
