“I don’t either. Which makes me think whoever has Marj also has Colin.” I shook my head. “This has my father’s stench all over it.”
“Your father is dead, Bryce. I saw it with my own eyes.”
“I know. But he’s haunting us. In the form of Ted Morse.”
Chapter Two
Marjorie
Darkness all around me.
Movement too. Jiggling movement.
And nausea.
Overwhelming nausea.
Then…the fear set in.
A scream rose in my throat, tearing through my vocal cords, and then…
Nothing. Nothing but suppressed gagging.
I was gagged. My mouth had been taped shut.
The nausea again, bile creeping up my throat like clawing acid.
I attempted a swallow.
I couldn’t puke. If I puked, I’d suffocate.
Though I had no frame of reference, I sensed I wasn’t alone. Someone else was with me. The presence of another body.
Fear. Dark fear. Panic.
God, the panic!
Marjorie, calm down. If you panic and throw up, you’ll die.
No, I would not die. Not when I had so much to live for now. My family, including my new niece or nephew growing in my best friend.
Dale and Donny.
My brothers and sisters-in-law.
Henry and Evelyn.
And Bryce.
My wonderful Bryce.
A low groan vibrated next to me. I felt it more than heard it. It could have come from an animal, but if an animal were trapped with me, it would be moving in chaos. Maybe it was drugged.
No, not an animal. I felt sure of it. A person. A person was here with me.
I moved against whatever bound me. Though I couldn’t see, I felt my wrists tied together in front of me. Also my ankles.
I breathed in deeply through my nose.