Adrenaline surged through Knox, readying him to spring into action.They had a lead.A name.A fucking chance.They’d locate Quinn, of that he had no doubt.And as for the men who’d taken her?Possibly hurt her?
They’d never walk the face of the Earth again.
Chapter 13
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QUINN STIRRED RESTLESSLY, her hands and arms numb.At some point, she’d sat down, exhausted, leaning against the wall of the wooden structure.Shockingly, she’d fallen asleep.Her wrists were still restrained, bound by the rope, and her arms were suspended above her.If they’d used a longer rope to tie her to the wooden beam, she’d have been more comfortable.
Her comfort was clearly a low priority—not to mention her free will.
She shifted on the hard ground, tears smarting her eyes.Shock and anger coursed within her.How long had she been gone?Did anyone even realize she was missing?Certainly, when she didn’t show up for work, people would start asking questions.But then they’d, what?Go to her apartment?
It would take a long time for anyone to figure out where she’d been taken, if ever.She’d left her car on the side of the street downtown, so she presumed it would’ve been towed.They had surveillance footage of the city—Quinn had sent everyone the links herself.
A brief dash of hope bloomed within her.If they watched the footage, would they see the man walking by her vehicle?His name was Adam, she’d discovered, but she still didn’t know his last name.She wracked her brain, trying to remember the names and faces of the terror cell members they’d ID’d.Had there been an Adam?She wasn’t sure.
Her gaze flitted around the small room.
It was evening now, she assumed, the light warm as it seeped through the cracks around the door and tarp over the window.It wasn’t as harsh and bright as when she’d first arrived.Quinn swallowed, her throat dry.Her gaze scanned over the contents of the room again—it looked to be mostly a bundle of clothes and supplies.Food.There was no computer equipment of any sort.Surely Adam had a cell phone.He might even have hers.But with the wrong SIM card, it wouldn’t work here in the Middle East.
She studied the contents of the room again.If they were plotting attacks from this camp, surely there were laptops somewhere.Or did they all rely on cell phones?
Imagine if she could obtain one.She could send a text to the team.She had no idea as to where her specific location was, but they’d be able to use GPS coordinates.Maybe.She had no idea what type of set up they used out here.Satellite phones?Were they anywhere near cell towers?She had no idea.
Footsteps approached the doorway to the shack, and Quinn froze.It was horrific to be tied and restrained, unable to escape.She hadn’t been harmed—yet.Quinn knew it was only a matter of time.
Two men were talking in low voices, and she looked at the door as it opened.Adam was there, and her heart thudded as she saw he was holding a cell phone.Holy shit.He pocketed it, and a second man appeared in the doorway.Quinn’s gaze landed on him, studying his features.While Adam was white, the second man was of Middle Eastern descent.Was he American?They were talking in low voices, so she wasn’t sure.He had a slender face, with a narrow nose, dark eyes, and a tiny scar on his left cheek.He was dressed similarly to Adam, with a turban wrapped around his head.
The man locked eyes with her, and Quinn froze.He barked out something to Adam and turned away.Clearly, he didn’t like that she’d seen him.
Adam’s gaze slanted toward her.Noticing that she was awake, he barked out an order.“Stay there.”
Quinn gaped at him.Where the hell would she go?
The door shut, and both men disappeared as quickly as they’d arrived.She’d barely gotten more than a glimpse of the camp outside, but once again noting men striding by, toting weapons.Even if Knox and his teammates did somehow, miraculously find her, would she survive the rescue?Quinn had the horrible feeling that Adam and the men holding her hostage would kill her before they ever let her go free.
