CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
Georgie’s phone sounded and vibrated in her jeans pocket. The call rang out and a moment later, her phone beeped with a single jolt. Another message.
Goyne ignored the noises. Mostly, he seemed unaware of her presence, and if she tried hard enough, she could almost forget he was there too. He spent most of the time still and silent, blending into the darkness, with his forehead and palms pressed against the wall.
She’d tried to get out of her bindings before with no luck, but desperation made her replicate the action of pulling against the rope with all her might. Goyne didn’t react as she grunted with effort, and the rattan chair wobbled but held firm. The rope around her torso and arms that’d earlier been her noose had no give. If anything, it tightened.
Her heart
