Chapter 68: Snatched
OLIVER KING
"What? Ollie! Why are you calling me? You should call the police."
"Oh, right. That makes more sense."
A meaty hand clamped over my mouth, the other wrenching my arm behind my back at a brutal angle. My phone was yanked from my hand and slammed into the sidewalk. It shattered into a thousand pieces.
"Hey! That’s new!"
I was tossed into the back of the cargo van.
I drove my elbow back hard, and connected with a person. A pained grunt. I twisted and saw Leo--still hooded, his tailored suit rumpled--being shoved further into the van’s dark interior.
"Leo!"
A fist connected with my mouth. Stars exploded across my vision. My chin hit the metal floor, teeth slicing into my tongue. The coppery taste of blood filled my mouth.
The door slammed shut. Tires squealed as we accelerated.
The van smelled like rotting fish and motor oil. I rolled onto my side, wincing as the motion sent fresh pain through my skull. Next to me, Leo’s breathing was steady despite the hood over his head, his bound hands flexing methodically against the zip ties.