The drive had been long, forty-five minutes I think. I'd been paying attention to the road signs when I gained consciousness here and there, a flickering awareness in the fog of alcohol and whatever they'd drugged me with.
Evelyn would be proud of my situational awareness, even if I was currently a drunk hostage. We were on the poorer side of town near the docks. Downtown.
We drove into a gated place. The kidnappers entered the code (2419) and in we went, down a long and winding road. We pulled up at a three-storey home that had six black Ford Explorers parked outside.
That's when I knew that this wasn't going to be an easy situation. That's also when I started to feel a bit pissed.
Why am I still so drunk like this?
