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I saw the scream in her eyes and quickly pressed my palm against her mouth. “No, be quiet. I don’t know what’s going on here yet. Are you all right?”

She looked confused, her brows drawn together. Her long hair was in tangles around her head. “Mac,” she said at last, and her voice sounded beautiful to me.

“It’s all right, sweetheart. We’re both alive. I just don’t know where or why. Somebody stripped both of us naked.”

She didn’t move, didn’t try to cover herself. I saw her draw in a deep breath and knew she was searching for control, for something to latch onto, something that made sense.

“I saw a man, standing behind you. He was just there, suddenly. I never heard him coming. And he sprayed something at me. Before I went out, I saw him strike you on the back of your head. I don’t remember anything else. I want to get up now, Mac.”

I gave her my hand. She was looking at me and I realized that I was hard again. I was embarrassed and frightened as hell. Pain was one thing, but not knowing what was real and what wasn’t, that was beyond anything I’d ever experienced in my life. God, I hated it.

I turned away from her, grabbed a blanket off the bed, and wrapped it around my waist. There was only a dingy sheet for Laura. I pulled it off the small bed and handed it to her. She wrapped it around herself, tucking in the ends over her breasts.

She sat beside me on the bed. “I’m dying of thirst,” she said, not looking at me but down at her bare feet.

I said without thinking, “We’re not going to drink anything at all. Not even tap water.”

“Why?”

I turned to face her. I lifted her hand and held it between mine. She leaned forward until her cheek was touching my shoulder.

“Listen, Laura. Jilly came to see me. She’s here. She seemed upset. She told me not to eat or drink anything. ”

“Jilly, here? But when could you have seen her, Mac?”

“I don’t know but it makes as much sense as you and me being here, wherever here is.”

“It means she is involved,” Laura said finally. “You see that now, don’t you, Mac? If she was really here, with you, then she’s in on all of this, somehow.”

“Yes, I know,” I said.

“They’ve got us again, haven’t they? What are we going to do?”

But how did they have us again? They just walked up to us and turned off the lights? What was going on here? Was it all somehow planned with a drug whose effects diminished, then came roaring back?

I stood and began pacing the twelve-by-twelve room. “We’ve got to find Sherlock and Savich,” I said over my shoulder. “We know they’re real.”

It was odd but even though I was walking around and speaking to Laura, I knew that somewhere inside my brain something still wasn’t right. I remembered reliving that horrible few moments in Tunisia, how it had somehow been magnified.

I looked over at the tap in the small sink.

Neither of us was going to touch another drop of water, at least not in this place.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

What about the food? Jilly hadn’t said anything about food, had she? Yes, she had, I remembered. I looked down at the plate of steaming rice, tortillas with small pools of melted butter, and the small bowl of beef in some sort of red sauce. I held out my hand and stopped Laura from using her fork.

“We just can’t take the chance. They could put drugs in the food as easily as in the water.” I smelled those tortillas and wanted to curse, which I did under my breath.

Two men had stood in the doorway, their weapons pointed right at us, as a young girl, not more than twelve years old, looking so scared I thought she was going to pass out, brought us the meal.

“There’s something else,” I said, and got to my feet. I gently put the two trays of food on the floor. “Let’s look around again for cameras or listening devices. There weren’t any last time, but who knows?”

We didn’t find anything. Even so, I kept my voice down. “We need to get ready for any opportunity, just like the first time.”

“Can we be so lucky again? There were two guys this time with AK-47s.” She looked over at the