Dawn was breaking.

Rebecca was exhausted. Several times she'd dozed off, only to jerk awake when the chair wobbled dangerously.

As the sky turned that pre-dawn gray, Rebecca glanced behind her. The kidnapper was out cold.

She'd tried to work free of the ropes, but any slack meant she'd tumble down with the chair. Plus, these ropes were a real piece of work - even being M couldn't help her now.

But damn if she was going to just give ...