I was tied to a chair and in a hotel room when I came to. It was a nice hotel room, and I imagined they had decent coffee and probably full-size bottles of shampoo and conditioner. But unfortunately, it looked like any other hotel room in the world—generic, boring, and fundamentally indistinguishable from its counterparts.
I looked over to Frank, still passed out and facedown on the bed, and for a moment, I pondered exactly how they had gotten the enormous, unconscious man to the room. Then, a man who made Frank look downright puny stepped in, and my questions were answered. He was enormous and glowered at me before saying something I couldn’t understand but that I knew was in German.
The Germans, I spat in my head like I was a villain in a bad Western, but in my body, I just stared quie
