163. Face your death

LACHLAN

“First, give me your gun.”

For the first time, I turned to look at the person sitting beside me on the backseat and stared at her, barely paying attention to the locks engaging. As the car sped down the road, my whole focus was on the woman with black veil hiding her face.

And she was pressing a gun to my side.

My fingers tightened around my own weapon. But I didn’t get the chance to use it as the man in the driver seat said, “Don’t try anything funny or I’ll just blow this whole car up with just a push from my finger.” He held up a small remote.

“Who are you?” I growled.

The woman laughed, the sound scratchy and uncomfortable to ears. “All in good time, Lachlan. Why don’t you take a nap?”

Something pierced the side of my neck, and everything turned dark.

.

I came to with a jerk. My mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton, my whole body felt heavy and my mind disoriented. For a few seconds I couldn’t tell which way was up as darkness pressed onto me