Page 55 of Look for Me

Martin was flicking liquid off his shirt with his free hand, but it had absorbed through to his chest. There was a piece of lemon sitting on top of his hip pack.

“Here, let me help you.” The woman started to wipe his shirt with a cloth napkin.

Martin jumped back, playing the part. “No, no!”

“No, no?” She laughed. “I’m not a dog.”

“No, no, no!” Martin placed both hands on the hip pack.

“Everything okay here?” Another woman’s voice said, close to Martin’s ears.

Martin made eye contact—

Agent Tanaka?

In a retro pink wig and black leather from head to toe.

“Who are you?” The woman with Martin asked Tanaka.

“Name’s Free. Fancy Free.” Tanaka turned to Martin. “What’s your name, handsome?”

“Nobody.” Two can play the part.

“Well, Mr. Nobody, let’s finish this, shall we?” She strong-armed him, and led him back toward the hallway Martin had come from.

The other woman was left standing there.

Or so Martin thought.

Until he felt a prick in his neck—

Chapter Twenty-Five

Martin opened his eyes to a dark room and a stench that reminded him of sewage, to put it mildly. “What is this place?”

“The dungeon,” a raspy voice answered.

Martin flinched. He realized he was lying prone on a concrete floor. “Am I hearing things?”

“I’m here.”

Martin froze. Then: “Who?”

“Your fellow prisoner.”

“Prison?” Martin rolled over and tried to sit up. He supposed he could play along. If he was stuck in this room with anotherprisoner, the last thing he’d want to do was make an enemy out of his cellmate.

“What are you in for?” Martin asked.

“Women problems.”

“Ha.” Maybe that dude had been in here too long. “What’s your name?”

“Flavian.”

“No last name?”

“Not to you. What’s your name?”

---