En route to TurkeyCamara drifted in and out of unconsciousness, slowly becoming aware of a continuous droning sound and an occasional jolt beneath her. She could smell oil, the tang of metal and stale sweat. Her hands were bound in front, her legs tied together at the ankles, and as she opened her eyes, she realized that she was strapped to a side bench in a cargo plane surrounded by what looked like military equipment. She couldn’t move.
Nausea rose within, her stomach spasming as the stink of the aircraft, her own fear and whatever drug the man had used mingled together in her system.
Sebastian.
Camara remembered how he had looked on the floor of her lab in those last moments, his dear face pale, a cold sweat on his skin. She could only hope that he and his colleague had been found so
