The first thing she does when she wakes up is check her hands. She doesn't know how long she's been out. Hours? Days? She's on her back, blindfolded, arms up above her head like a diver, bound to metal pipe. Her hands are duct taped together at the wrist--but they're both still there.
Thank you, thank you, thank you Jesus, sweet, sweet Mother Mary, both her hands are there. She wiggles her fingers and remembers a song her mother used to sing:
Where is Thumpkin? Where is Thumbkin?
Here I am, Here I am,
How are you today, sir?
Very well, I thank you,
Run away, Run away.
The One I Left Behind
Another quick read; well-written. Jennifer McMahon has an extensive backlist--some I've already read and more to anticipate.
A serial killer. Suspense. A bit of a psychological thriller.