CHAPTER 8

3:10 A.M.

Meanwhile, in lockup…..

Willy and I were curled up in our sleeping bags, close to each other. It was reassuring to know that I wasn’t alone in this bed, cut off from the rest of the world. I had my eyes closed and was trying to sleep, but the fear was killing me. Not physically but psychologically.

“Have you fallen asleep yet?” Willy inquired gently.

“No, I just can’t sleep,” I explained.

“Neither do I, and I doubt I’ll get any sleep before I get out of here. It’s creepy in here.” He shivered.

“What did you expect? A VIP bed, a royal treatment?” It was a sarcastic statement rather than a question.

“You know, for a mute, you are one hell of a sarcastic person.” He told me with a frown on his face.

“I will take it as a compliment,” I told him with a blank look.

“You’re weird, but so am I. I wish I had known you in different circumstances.”

“Me too. That would have been fun.” I gave him a friendly smile.

“Yes, it would have been. You know what? Once we are out of here, I am go