TITLE: Kit Dawson
GENRE: YA mystery/thriller
“If you scream or try anything stupid, I will kill you. Do you understand?”
From my prone position on the floor, staring down the barrel of a freakin’ large gun, I nodded. My captor relaxed a bit and as the hard lines in his face smoothed out, I couldn’t help but notice that he was rather good-looking. Of course, the effect was spoiled by the whole being taken prisoner thing.
Behind him, another man dumped the contents of my backpack onto the threadbare carpet, pawing through stuff until he found my wallet. His brows lifted in surprise as he scanned my student I.D.
“It says she’s a geek from MIT.” He flicked the card over.
The one standing over me tucked the gun into his waistband and pulled over a white resin chair, one of four that had been set around a cheap plastic table. The only other furnishings in the decrepit apartment were a tattered orange sofa and an old rectangular coffee table, the faux wood grain surface peeling with age.
“Now, Kathryn Dawson,” he said conversationally as he read from my I.D. “What the hell are you doing here?”
36 HOURS EARLIER…
The can of Coke exploded all over my polished cotton button-down, the one Dr. Farris had insisted I wear for this morning’s big presentation.