“Wait,” Kardas shouted. “The keys.”
Hands rooted in my pockets, and I heard the jingle of the shackle keys as they were thrown to someone. My stun g*n hit the pavement along with my car keys and a small switchblade.
I was tossed into the sedan’s trunk, and my wrists and feet were quickly bound in front of me with industrial strength plastic ties. I heard a ripping sound and duct tape was placed over my mouth. The man worked with a practiced ease that sent a fresh chill through me.
The trunk came down, leaving me in darkness. Doors slammed, and the car was moving before my eyes had even adjusted to the dark interior. My eyes sought out the emergency release before I realized this car that had probably been around since before the Great Rift, and it had no release.
The car took a sharp r
