Half truth

Chapter Fifteen

My eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room. There were more candles in here—six of them on the other side of the room. It was like a cave, a dungeon of sorts. Clean though. It smelled clean, as if someone had taken the time to mop the floors and dust off the cobwebs. I launched for the door, trying the knob but found it locked from the outside.

“You can’t keep me in here!” I banged. “Someone knows I’m here. I sent the location. He’ll call the cops!”

No response.

“My father will end you for this.” I tried again, pounding with both fists.

Again, no response.

I searched for my phone, my purse, and found they’d confiscated both. That enraged me further, so I tried again.

“I’ll sue you for this. You won’t ever get a decent job in your lives!”

Typical rich girl shit, I knew, but it normally worked. Not on them. I was met with more silence. I screamed until my throat felt dry. Finally, I stopped and looked around. There was a water bottle with a little card that read: Drink Me. I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t Alice and I sure as shit wasn’t going to drink it. I picked it up. It was sealed. I set it down and screamed again, and again, until my throat hurt. Then, I stopped. I walked over to the candles and noticed there was a small box. I sat in front of it, hesitating. What if this was a sick joke and they’d put a rat in it? I put my hand over it cautiously and shook it before picking it up. It was definitely something light. Papers? I opened the lid slowly and saw pictures. They’d taken the time to have them printed. I took out the stack and saw Lincoln. Then, Lincoln and Lana. All of the photographs were taken by someone who seemed to be trailing them without their knowledge. In one, they were standing close to each other, Lincoln was at least a foot taller than Lana, who was short and petite. Something about the picture was weird. I knew my brother better than I knew myself, and I knew how he looked when he was dating someone or interested in them. This wasn’t it. They were looking around in some of the pictures, as if trying to make sure they weren’t spotted together or overheard. An unsettling feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. For some strange reason, I felt like I was going to throw up. Maybe because my brother looked like himself in all of these photographs and Lana was still here and alive. Were they trying to get me to believe Lincoln had something to do with her disappearance? I hoped not. He couldn’t have something to do with that. He wouldn’t . . . my stomach lurched again. I glanced up at the water bottle on the table and stood to grab it. It was sealed. It was safe. I intended to take a small sip, but downed half the contents instead.

I twisted the cap back on it and set it down. A slow, tingling feeling traveled through my body. I swayed on my feet, stumbling backward, my sight crossing as the room began to spin. And then I fell. I couldn’t say how long I was just lying there before I heard footsteps. The door opened slowly, and I opened my eyes a little, just enough to see two cloaked figures walk inside. They didn’t even bother to close it behind them. They knew I wouldn’t be able to move. I opened my mouth to speak, to tell them to go fuck themselves, but my voice wouldn’t cooperate. They crouched in front of me, and I tried to make out their faces beyond the large hood on their heads, but couldn’t. My head lulled to one side and my eyes shut despite my trying to keep them open.

“What do you want?” I asked. Or tried to ask.

“Your brother was one of our best. And then he broke the code,” one of them said, a male voice.

“He paid the price for it,” the other added.

I reached out. If I could grab one of them by the neck, I would choke him. They laughed, seemingly understanding my motive. My arm dropped with a thump beside me. There was a crash. A pound. Both of their heads turned toward it at the same time. I lifted my arm again and tried to swing, but my arm fell before I could hit either of them.

“What the fuck did you do to her?” the voice shouted. Logan. Logan?

“Aw, are you already getting attached to your new pet?” one responded.

“Get the fuck away from her,” Logan roared. “Now.”

The two figures in front of me skittered back quickly. It must have been my state of intoxication, but they looked like ants scurrying off. I tried to get up, to ask if it was Logan, but in my attempt, I passed out.