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Easier said than done.

Her entire body felt as if it had been run over by two trucks, pounded into the

ground and run over again. Gritting her teeth, she managed to move her other hand

and with a huge exertion of effort yanked the mask from her nose, pushing it up on her forehead. Immediately the feeling of heaviness began to leave her. She took a couple of experimental breaths to see if the air in the room had been doctored in any way. Not sensing any unusual odors, she took in three or four cleansing breaths and then,

concentrating hard, she managed to roll to her side and look around.

She was in a room empty of any furniture except for a small cylinder next to her,

the kind used for oxygen. What she saw wasn’t encouraging. Bare floor and walls and one small window. And no idea what kind of building this was. Totally disoriented, she tried to figure out how long she’d been unconscious but it was either a couple of hours or a full day, because daylight was still streaming in through the window.

Then she spotted the other occupant in the room.

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Shit!

Adam lay about four feet away still completely unconscious and not giving any

indication he was about to come around. He, too, had a plastic mask over his face, attached to a cylinder that was a duplicate of the one near her. Even through her hazy vision she could tell his color was very bad. Clenching her jaw, she rolled to her side, then to her knees. Finally, she managed to slip the mask off over her head, toss it to the side and crawl over to where Adam was. Another couple of minutes and she had his

mask disposed of, too.

Exhausted, she lay down next to him, gathering her strength to assess his condition.

Her acute hearing was tuned into sounds beyond the room, listening for any

approaching footsteps. All she heard, however, was the distant slapping of water

against rock and the far away clanging of a bell.

They were obviously on or near the water. Depending on how much time had

elapsed since they’d been taken, the indicators meant they could be anywhere along the coast of Virginia or Maryland or even farther south. Calling on every one of her learned skills, she forced her brain to recall that last thing she remembered. Sliding down the rocks to where Hank had his crabbing boat. Doing their best to evade the tail. But Ray Bans and Neon Tennis Shoes had beaten them to the punch. She remembered Adam

bending down to reach for his knife, heard again her scream as Ray Bans clocked him with the butt of his gun, then the lights went out for her, too.

Gingerly she touched the back of her head where an intense throbbing pulsed

through her body. A fair-sized lump lay beneath her hair and when she took her fingers away they carried traces of her blood. But that wasn’t her biggest problem Adam still lay cold and unresponsive beside her, his breathing so shallow it was almost

nonexistent.

The drug. That’s what the masks were for. They’d been knocked out, transported

here—wherever here was—and apparently given the drug in a strength far beyond that sold in the packets. She didn’t think they weren’t given antihistamines with it, but if a 82

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strong enough dose had been administered she didn’t think it would matter. The results would be the same. Choking. Lowered respirations. Heart failure. She wasn’t sure if they were guinea pigs or if Calderon—and Henderson—were simply trying to get rid of them using what they thought would be an undetectable method.

And in truth, if they died and their bodies were dumped into Chesapeake Bay, by

the time they washed ashore, there’d be no trace of how they’d been killed. She had to get them out of there. Somehow. But before she could do that she had to resolve a more immediate problem. Making sure Adam was still alive.

As she continued to breathe the aroma-free air the heaviness in her limbs slowly

dissipated and her brain started to function again. Pulling up his shirt, she pressed her ear to his chest while pressing two fingers into the hollow of his neck. Okay, good. A pulse and a heartbeat. But it was obvious he’d been given a lot more of the drug than she had. How did you get it out of someone’s system? Did you use the same procedure as CPR?

Not knowing what else to do, she pinched his nose and blew into his mouth, then

began chest compressions.

We really need two people for this. Come on, Adam, breathe. Help me out here.

After two minutes she still wasn’t making much progress and she worried he might

be getting worse. What she needed was some way to get a shot of adrenaline flowing through his system, to get his heart rate up and his pulse racing. With nothing else available to her, she did the only thing she could think of to accomplish it. In

desperation, she opened the button on his jeans and dragged the zipper down. If this didn’t get his pulse pounding she didn’t know what would. She also had the idea that the chemicals, like epinephrine, that the body released during sexual arousal would counteract some of the effects of the drug and certainly kick his heart into gear.

Slipping her hand into the fly of his boxers she lifted out his penis, cradling it in her hand, and bent to put her mouth over it. Even soft he was a mouthful.

Cut it out, Welles. This is no time to be admiring his dick.

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She concentrated on what she was doing, moving her hand in cadence with her

mouth. Up and down. Up and down. After what seemed like the longest seconds in the world he hardened beneath her touch, then hardened more. Finally she felt the blood pulsing in the thick vein that wound around his cock. A check at the hollow of his neck told her other pulse points were showing signs of life. Placing her hand over his heart she was relieved to feel the slow, steady beat beneath her touch. The groan that rolled up from his chest was possibly the sweetest sound she’d ever heard.

“Wha—” He lifted a hand slowly, then dropped it back down beside him. “What—

what—doing?”

“Oh, thank god. Thank the good lord.” Nicki tucked his now fully aroused shaft

back into Adam’s jeans and zipped him up.

“Nicki?” His eyes were still unfocused and he was having trouble moving his

limbs. “What’s…going on?”

“We’ve been kidnapped and given a hefty dose of Pleasant Dreams.” She lifted the

plastic mask she’d yanked from his face. “This is hooked directly into a cylinder next to you. I had the same setup but I have a feeling you were given a much heavier dose.”

He tried to sit up but his limbs didn’t seem to work and he flopped back onto the

concrete floor.

Hell!

“Adam?” She put her face directly over his. “We have to figure out a way out of

here. I think they wanted to see if a dose this strong would kill us immediately. If not, it would give them some new parameters to measure its effectiveness. The only reason

we’re still alive, I think, is because our conditioning makes our bodies more resistant than the average bear.”

“O-kay.” He wet his lips. “Can’t…seem to move too well.”

“Do you understand what I just told you?”

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If she could just get through to him and make him aware of the urgency of the

situation it might send another shot of adrenaline coursing through his system and help dispel the lingering effects of Pleasant Dreams. In desperation, she clamped her hand over his cock again and squeezed.

“Can you feel that?” she squeezed harder.

Adam’s eyes popped wide open. “Jesus, Nicki. Yes. Are you trying to castrate me?”

But she saw the fog clearing from his eyes and awareness replacing it.

“I don’t know how long before someone comes to check on us. I’m going to look

out that window and see if I can open it and if it leads to anything.”

Adam managed to push himself to an upright position and Nicki took another look

around the room. She hadn’t noticed it when she first regained consciousness but there was a dampness in the air, a persistent chill. A dankness and smell of salt obviously caused by whatever water they were near. Her best guess was they were in some kind of warehouse, probably one that either Henderson or Calderon owned along the

Chesapeake. Someplace where small ships could offload without too much fuss or

muss. She knew from experience that there were only a couple of places where large container ships could enter the waterway and even then, they had to be escorted by federal officers. Not something the unholy alliance would want to deal with. So

Henderson probably owned small warehouses like this one where he could load those

smaller boats with his product and have them hook up with larger ones for longer

distances.

Because it had a window, she assumed the room she and Adam were in was the

kind usually used for an office. It didn’t seem to be used for anything at the moment except for stashing the two of them away.

Nicki scrambled to the window, which was as dirty and dusty as the rest of the

room, the panes covered with grime. She managed to wipe away enough to see that the building they were in backed up to rocks and different kinds of wild shrubbery. Putting 85

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her ear directly against the window she heard the faint hum of cars traveling on a paved road not too far away.

The absence of sound told her there was either little or no activity going on at the moment, which was a plus. Henderson’s men no doubt figured she and Adam would

be down for the count and were a little sloppy in their surveillance. Another plus for them. If she could just get the damn window open…

It was an old double-hung and the latch had been closed for so long it didn’t want to budge. She was afraid of she broke it the sound of glass shattering would bring someone running. Taking a deep breath, she pushed one last time against the catch and with a groan it finally opened. There were handgrips along the lower sash that she strained with to push up the window. By the time she had it open she had nearly

exhausted what little strength she had, and she still had to get both herself and Adam out of there and away from the building.

Nicki sat down on the floor, taking a moment to gather what strength she had left.

She was covered with perspiration and her heart was racing. Additionally, she was still having trouble breathing, another side effect of Pleasant Dreams. She closed her eyes briefly, gathering her inner resources, and when she opened them Adam had managed

to crawl over to where she sat.

“I know we have to get out of here.” His speech was still slow and slurred but he

was far more alert than when he’d regained consciousness. “I’m good to go.”

She looked at him skeptically, but realized they didn’t actually have a lot of options.

She’d have to take the lead in this and hope she could get both of them to safety.

“I hear cars not far from here,” she told him. “On some kind of road. If we can get through the rock and shrubbery behind the building we can get to civilization. And I can contact my office.” She looked at him. “Ready to give it a shot?”

He studied her for a long moment, then reached a slightly trembling hand over to

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the kiss still packed enough punch to let Nicki know that the connection between them was stronger than ever.

“Now,” he told her, lifting his head, “I’m ready to go.”

Nicki exited the window first, climbing out backward. The window was low

enough so there was almost no drop to the ground. As soon as she had her footing she reached in to help Adam out. Still groggy from the drug, he took much longer to crawl out than she would have liked, but finally they were both standing on the rocky terrain.

Nicki managed to push the window shut, maybe buying them a couple of extra minutes if their absence was discovered too soon. Then, draping Adam’s arm across her

shoulders and supporting him as best she could, she moved into the waist-high grasses and short pines that fortunately grew thickly at the back of the building.

“We have to go this way,” she told him. “It’s more difficult, but it provides more cover for us and they won’t think we’d choose this direction.”

Their forward process was very slow as Adam was barely able to move without

Nicki’s help. They had reached the far end of the building when Nicki spotted the two-lane road just at the top of a small rise. At the same exact moment, she heard men shouting from the direction of the warehouse.

“We’re going to have to hide for a minute,” she told Adam. “They’ve discovered

we’re gone.”

“We don’t have any fire power,” Adam said as she hauled them both behind a

thicket of greenery.

“No shit.” She crouched beside him, sweat pouring down her face, peering through

the tall grasses and the leaves of a large holly to see what was happening.

“Don’t tell Mossad I had to be rescued by a woman,” he joked, leaning back against a rock.

“If we don’t get out of here, no one will be able to tell them anything. Damn. I’d give everything I own right now for a cell phone.”

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“Can you see if there are any buildings along the road?” he asked. “Any place

where we might make a call?”

“I can’t tell yet, and I don’t want to move until those idiots are looking someplace else.”

The men crashed through the bushes with all the grace and delicacy of a bull,

swearing at each other in two languages. Nicki held her breath as they headed in the direction where she and Adam were hiding. Her hand came to rest on a large rock and she hefted it in her palm. She’d been a great softball player in high school and college and she hoped her throwing arm was still true if she needed it. At least she’d get one of them.