Chapter 34 Sandra
SANDRA
There's little more terrifying than not being able to see a thing. Especially when you know that your captors have no compunctions about killing you if things don't go their way. I won't have a chance.
As far as I can tell, I'm in the back of a van. No seats, just hard floor, and every turn I get tossed around since I don't even know it's coming with the blindfold on. I wedged myself into the corner as best as possible and all I can do is try to minimize turning into a pinball.
We slow, then a hard right, and stop where a creaky motor is running outside. A moment later we roll forward again. A garage door, probably? The creaky motor runs again, but behind us when we stop. Of course that means that wherever I am now, it's not even visible from the outside.
I'm so screwed.
The van opens and someone yanks me off the floor, picking me right up and throwing me over their shoulder. It digs right into my stomach, knocking the air out of me. Whoever's carrying me laughs at my coughing. Then pats my ass. "Almost there, sexy."
If I thought it would work out well for me in any possible way, I'd elbow him right in the head, but around here, that might just get me shot and it’s not worth the risk.
I'm carried out the back of the van, grunting as my captor takes the step down onto the floor and jamming his shoulder back in my gut.
The air is cool and a little clammy. Underground?
I don't know how I can use that information, but anything I can learn is something I might be able to leverage later. I just have to keep paying attention.
And hope someone finds me.
I'm carried up a set of stairs, each bounce another dig at my stomach. Up into a cool draft, a place with AC. The air is drier, more comfortable to breathe.
"What the fuck are you doing here? And who the hell is she?" A chill that has nothing to do with the air conditioning races down my spine. That voice I recognize from the gala. Kozlov.
"She belongs to the Eagles that killed Zeke. Just bait with a side of revenge, is all." Frank’s voice. He sounds like he's having a great day so far, love that for him.
"Jesus, and you bring her here? This isn't a hostage storage unit, Frank. I fucking live here."
We're at Kozlov's house? That seems unprofessional, and I’m a college dropout.
"Sorry, boss, but if everything goes as planned, those Eagles will be in little bits by the end of the night." Frank laughs, and it's got a slight maniacal edge to it. "Once I know it's done, I'll dispose of her. Until then, I need the leverage."
"But why did you idiots have to bring her here and make her my problem?
If all has gone well today, you won't have to worry about the Eagles at all anymore.
I'm just waiting to hear back that Eagle-eye and his guys are wet spots on the asphalt." Kozlov sounds eerily confident. What the heck has happened? If he’s right, then I’m on my own to get myself out of this.
"Anywhere I can put her down? She's wiggly." Frank laughs.
"Lock her in the guest room, upstairs. It's high enough that there's no way of getting out without hurting or killing herself. She'll be safe there."
Up more stairs, some walking, open a door and then close it again, only behind me. I'm thrown onto a bed so suddenly, my stomach lurches like I'm on a roller coaster. I brace myself against the mattress, expecting to be attacked, but nothing happens. I know he's still in the room though.
I take a moment to gather myself, then hiss, "If you touch me, the Eagles will make sure there isn't a piece left of you big enough to recognize."
"Right now, I'm pretty sure it's your lover boys that are in bits. But we'll see. Maybe you'll be useful enough to live another day still. Enjoy your stay.”
A door opens, slams, and then a key is turned in a lock. I give it what feels like forever, but probably isn't even a minute, then risk pulling the blindfold off. I'm alone.
It doesn't take long to verify that what Kozlov said was true.
There's a balcony and big windows that give a nice view of the city below me, but there's nowhere for me to jump or climb that doesn't involve me probably ending up as a splat on the ground.
But at least I can orient myself a little.
Kozlov's place is on a hill towards the edge of the city and overlooks the Ditch and then South Side in the distance.
A little off to the side, the skyscrapers in Blackworth stab at the sky.
If only I had my phone, I could actually use this information productively, but for now there isn't much for me to do.
The room itself is nice, but barren. More like a hotel room than somewhere someone might live. Maybe I can make a rope by tying sheets together? There are too many bad things that can happen with that. I don't trust myself to make knots that can hold my weight, if nothing else.
So I look out over the city lights. Somewhere out there, Piston, Beast and Zero are alive and whole, and are turning the city on its head to find me.
I don't know that, but I have to believe it. I want to tell them that no matter what happens, I’m glad for the past week we’ve had together, and I wish we had more time.