Chapter 226

Victoria Kane woke to the sound of water dripping somewhere in the darkness. Her head throbbed from the collision and the sedative, and her wrists burned from the zip ties that bound her to a metal chair. The air around her smelled of rust and dampness, suggesting they were in some kind of warehouse or abandoned building.

As her vision cleared, Victoria could make out Camille slumped in another chair about ten feet away. Her daughter’s head hung forward, blood from the car accident dried on her forehead, her breathing shallow but steady.

“Camille,” Victoria called softly, not wanting to alert their captors that they were conscious.

Camille’s head lifted slowly, her eyes unfocused and pained. “Victoria? Where are we?”

“I don’t know. But we’re alive, and that means we still have a chance.”

The room around them was large and empty, with high concrete walls and broken windows that let in shafts of dim light. Industrial equipment sat covered in dust and cobw