Chapter Twenty-Four
Despite feeling like I’d been hit by a Humvee, I found nothing bound or broken when I awoke on an unforgiving concrete surface. The pinprick of light overhead did little to illuminate my surroundings but after hitting my head, realized I had propped myself in the corner of two wood-paneled walls. I jerked as something touched my right shoulder. Looking up, I found it belonged to the handle of a broom, hanging alongside several other gardening tools. The area smelled musty, a combination of old dirt and fertilizer.
Searching for my cell phone, I wasn’t surprised to find it missing. I hoped Clark hadn’t ditched it. Or worse, was using it. I bristled at the thought of that jerk racking up minutes. I looked at the broom and made a mental note. It might just come in handy.
