He's getting tired of being drugged and kidn*pped. Twice in ten days is enough for a lifetime.
Reid opens his eyes in dim, damp quiet, staring up at a cold gray concrete ceiling. Everything around him smells of slowly rusting metal and mildew. A single light bulb is tucked into a small socket above him, but it is dark. The only light he sees comes from the same direction as his feet.
He tips his chin, looking toward the illumination. Bars. To his right another slab of concrete. Same on his left. Reid swings his legs sideways, taking his time sitting up as his stomach protests the treatment he's received. He is forced to sit with his head in his hands for several long moments while echoing sounds drift to him, as though from a great distance, through the thick bars of his cell.
It's defi
