Chapter 14 Van Dyke
- Alexander Van Dyke turned his head suddenly alert and ready, though there was a throbbing pain in his left arm, his shooting arm. He bit back a groan, as his eyes took in the room he was in.
- Where the f*ck was he?
- It was an unfamiliar space, a pretty room, more like a boudoir, he thought derisively, pretty curtains with a floral design; a cloying feminine perfume wafting around.