Allison's POV

I sat on my bed, with both legs folded against each other, staring outside the glass walls, watching the morning morph slowly into night, the bright golden strands of the sunlight slowly metamorphosing into dark silvery light, while wondering why Special Agent James Parlor hadn't come to rescue me already and why the fat bastard had suddenly gone silent.

I had just checked the phone five minutes ago, and his reply was still “Good job, Agent.” After I told him of Felipe and ...