Lind woke up with a start. It was pitch-black, and he had no idea where he was. He was lying on his back on a hard, uneven surface. He tried to move his arms and legs, but they met with resistance and he heard the clank of metal on metal. Shit, he was shackled. Not good. He could hear a muted roar and realized he was near the sea. He licked his lips and tasted salt. The earth smelled damp and there was a musty smell. Seaweed? His teeth chattered with the cold. His clothes had been removed. Fear flared within him as he remembered that he was being held captive by Ailish’s killer.