The man finished what he was writing, stood, and left the room.
I stayed still. What if someone else was here? I had no idea where I was. I didn’t even know if this was a hotel room. It could be a room in someone’s house for all I knew.
I had no watch, and I didn’t have my phone. No clock sat on the nightstand. Was it still dark outside? I looked around the room.
No windows. The light-blue walls were eerily bare. I was in a room specifically designed to keep me in.
I shuddered.
Talon had been kept in a room like this, only he hadn’t had the luxury of a bed to sleep on, and his walls were dark concrete, not light blue. Walls that caved in on him…
Like these walls were doing now.
Why had I decided to succumb? That wasn’t like me. My mind raced. I had to get out of here.
I stood.
Big mistake. My knees buckled beneath me, and I ended up on the floor. Whatever he had drugged me with was clearly still in my system.
I had to go to the bathroom, so I stood again, more carefully this time. A small door near the front of the room opened to a toilet and sink. And again I thought of Talon. He’d had only a bucket to use…
I quickly took care of my needs and then went back to the bed and sat, still dizzy, trying to figure things out. After a few minutes, I got up and walked around the room, holding on to the wall for support, looking for something, anything, to give me a clue of where I was and how I could get out of here.
I jerked when the doorknob moved.
The black-masked man opened the door and came in, shutting and locking it behind him. “Dr. Carmichael, I see you’re up.”
I turned and stared. I said nothing.
“I’m afraid you’ll be here for a little while. I hope you find these accommodations comfortable.”
“I’m sure you really don’t care about my comfort,” I said.
“Aren’t you going to ask me who I am? Why you’re here? I figure a shrink like you would be full of questions.”
“I don’t see the purpose of that. You won’t tell me the truth anyway.”
He guffawed. “You are a sharp one. I’ll give you that.”
“I’m hungry,” I said. It wasn’t true, but I figured if I could get him to leave to get food, I could continue my investigation, once my head was a little clearer.
“I’m sorry about that,” he said.
“Your tone doesn’t really indicate sorrow.”
“All right. I don’t give a shit if you’re hungry. There, does that make you feel better?”
“So your plan is to starve me to death?”
“No, you’ll be fine. But you can’t eat for a few more hours. If I gave you food now, you’d just upchuck. You know how these drugs work. You’re a doctor.”
I had no idea what he had given me, and I wasn’t hungry anyway. So I’d cooperate, wait this out, figure out what was going on.
Because I had changed my mind.
I would get out of this mess. I would get out of this mess, and I would apologize to Jonah for leaving him high and dry earlier today. Or was it yesterday? I had no idea.
Somehow, I would get back to him.