Chapter 369: Wednesday. Private Air Strip, Seattle, Washington.

VARA'S RIBS HURT AND her knee throbbed. Neither had anything on the electrical burns searing her side.

So much for avoiding electricity.

Not long after they'd shoved her in the van one man had held her down while the other zapped her with God only knew how many volts.

She'd passed out.

Waking up wasn't any better, but with the bag over her head she could play possum.

How long had they been driving? Where were they taking her? And what damage had the electrical charge done to the tracker?

Her watch was gone and with it the secondary tracking device. The vest had been stripped off. She didn't feel the press of her phone and they'd removed her boots.

It was probably a good bet to assume the microphone was gone as well. If the electrical shock had fried the tracker she was well and truly fucked. The van hit a pothole and her head banged on the floor. She sucked in a breath through her nose and caught the full smell of the cloth bag. It was an unholy combination of feet and rotten pr