It was pitch black in the darkened room, and Mei sat motionless on the worn sofa without saying anything or making any sound that might draw attention.
She'd been brought to this place hours ago by Gaspar, and since her arrival, absolutely nothing had happened. No interrogation, no threats, no explanations—just enforced isolation in this locked bedroom.
Not that she would have tried anything even if the opportunity presented itself.
From what she'd managed to observe briefly during the journey—catching glimpses through gaps in whatever covering they'd used to obstruct her vision—she'd been taken out of Atlantic City proper. Not tremendously far from the area, but definitely across territorial boundaries.
She was now positioned on the other side of the Absecon Inlet, separated from the Boardwalk and the areas she'd become familiar with over recent days.
