Friday. Unknown.
TABBY SAT BACK AGAINST the wall, her mind still sluggish as she fought to work through everything Abner had told her. It wasn't far off from what Baruti and Sammy had speculated the man was working on. It was much more ominous coming from the madman himself. And she had a feeling he wasn't telling her everything.
"Walk," someone snapped.
She leaned forward, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from.
Abner had her in what looked like his lab or a workshop. It was an L-shaped space. From where she sat in the off-shoot space with her back to the wall she could see clear to the end of the long room.
"Roll her in here. Come on," the same voice said.
Tabby watched as the same teenage boy who'd attacked Quentin led a man into the room, hands bound and ankles hobb
