Chapter 145 The Old Man's Game
- Emily’s wrists ached beneath the zip ties as the blindfold bit into her skin, the rough fabric smelling faintly of dust and leather. Every bump of the car sent a jolt through her body. She kept her breathing steady, forcing herself to memorize the turns, the stops, the slight tilts that told her they were climbing or descending.
- But the men…
- They were statues.