Dangerous As Sin
Chapter One
Somewhere in Wiltshire, March 1815
He came to with a jerk as the sack was ripped from his head.
Still groggy, he peered through the dark, but he may as well
have been blind. He couldn't see a damn thing. Not where he
was. Not who had cracked him over the head in the alley and
brought him here.
He shifted, coming up hard against his bonds. Rope, thick
and rasping, bound his wrists. Another cord lashed him at chest
and ankles upright against a wall or a building. The stones bit
into his back. Dug into the flesh of his thighs.
"Ha, ha, chaps. Very funny," he called out. "Joke's over." This
was just like Geordie and Rolf. He'd only been late for parade
once, and they hadn't gotten into that much trouble. "Point's
made. Now untie me."
No one answered, but he sensed them watching.
"I'm waiting," he shouted. He deserved it. Fine. But enough
was enough. He was stiff. The goose egg at the back of his skull
hurt like hell. And it was cold without his jacket. He struggled
against the rope.
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