The world swam back into focus for Linsy as a dull, throbbing ache behind her eyes. Her body felt heavy, leaden, and the cold, gritty concrete beneath her seeped through her clothes. She was propped against a wall in a derelict warehouse, the air thick with the smell of dust, oil, and decay. Her hands and feet were bound.

“...just want the money!” a man’s voice, rough with desperation, argued.

“She’s seen your face! Do you think she’ll just let this go? We have to finish this, ...