Page 14 of Saving Grace
So be it.
I took stock of myself. I had an IV line snaking into one arm while my other wrist was cuffed to a gurney. Looked like they were keeping me hydrated and healthy to be tortured by someone. But why? Now would be a good time to have my memory back. I sat up and tested the cuff. I looked around for something to pick it with. My gaze landed on a clipboard that had a paperclip on the pad. This was too easy. I yanked the IV out with my teeth and extended my arm behind me to get at the clipboard. The stupid thing nearly clattered to the floor, but luckily, I caught it and brought it to my lap. Removing the paper clip, I shaped it to what I needed and inserted it into the slot. After maneuvering it just so, the handcuffs fell open.
Huh?I had skills, I thought with glee.
Slowly getting up from the gurney, I limped to the doors of the vehicle. My two abductors were still arguing about what to do with me. Looking around for a weapon, I spotted an oxygen tank in the corner. My entire body felt like a truck had run over it, but that wasn’t the time to worry about what was hurting because I knew I’d be in a world of hurt if I didn’t get away from those two.
“Come on, she’ll be waking up again. She needs another dose of anesthetic,” Diaz said.
Not a chance, asshole.
I waited for them by the entrance of the ambulance, oxygen tank in hand. When it opened, I swung my weapon, striking Diaz square on the jaw. He howled in pain. The move caused me to lose my balance, and I tumbled out, but I twisted and manage to catch Not-Diaz somewhere on his body. I heard a grunt.
I screamed as I landed on the pavement, hitting my ribs on the tank. I couldn’t breathe.Good Lord,that hurt!
Someone yanked my hair and I had nowhere to go but up, then pain exploded at the side of my cheek and down I went again. That time my wrists broke my fall, and excruciating pain shot up my arm.
“You bitch! If we didn’t need you alive, you’d be at the bottom of a dumpster right now.”
There was no part of my body that didn’t hurt, and I almost told him to end my misery. Not-Diaz dragged me up from the concrete flooring and was about to hit me again when I kneed him. I kneed the bastard in the groin and derived pleasure from hearing him scream like a girl.
Fucker.
He let me go and dropped like a sack of cocaine.
Cocaine?
Where did that comparison come from?
Shaking my head and cursing myself for that action because that only made me dizzier, I glanced at Diaz who was still out cold.
It was time I got out of there.
CHAPTER FIVE
Matt
“Can you tell us who attacked you?”
After hours of pouring over surveillance videos and recordings of emergency calls, they’d finally gotten a break. It was by chance that Colt came across a first-responder dispatch channel that reported of an EMT attacking another EMT at the Jericho Airlines ticketing counter. The man who was attacked noticed a suspect EMT drugging one of the bombing victims who was only described as a dark-haired woman.
Matt and Colt were able to track the man down and had been showing him the evacuation footage of the Atlanta airport.
Thirty minutes of video time in, Matt was ready to come out of his skin. Grace was injured. Not only was Grace injured, she could have also been abducted. He didn’t even want to speculate on what this meant right then. First things first.
“Anything?” he prompted the EMT.
“No.”
Matt exhaled impatiently. Colt cut him a warning glance. He understood that these procedures took time, but did Grace have that luxury? She had enemies. The Mexican cartel for one, and if one of their men had her, their torture methods were legendary.
Five more minutes passed.
“Hmm …” the EMT said. “That’s them. I recognize their uniform from Halifax Emergency Response.”
Colt quickly paused and magnified the video. The frame was grainy, but there was a high possibility that the woman they were carting off on the stretcher was Grace.
“That’s her, Montgomery,” Matt exploded from his chair and paced the room, raking his fingers through his hair. “Tell me you can track them.”