Chapter 6
Chantelle searched for a camera. Though she failed to spot one, it didn’t mean one wasn’t present, but she didn’t think so. The light came from half a dozen battery powered lanterns. Chances were there was no electrical supply. No point to her tugging on the bars. Instinct told her they were buried deep, disappearing into the ceiling and the floor, held together with nuts and bolts at the joins—the only way to install them into solid rock. Didn’t mean she couldn’t find a way through, but this was no time to test the fixtures.
Her treatment at the hands of her kidnappers had compromised her. She felt weak. She needed to heal and to appear feebler than she was. Not terribly difficult while her body fought the effects of a battering. For all she knew they might have given her some
