Licking her parched lips, Charlie blinked her eyes with a groan against the sunlight streaming in through the windows. Turning her head toward a noise across the room, she scrambled up the bed. “Who are you?” she asked, her hands clenched into fists in front of her. A blonde-haired man, standing near the door, smiled. “You can refer to me as ‘The King of the North.’ Most of my clients do.” Charlie looked at him like he was crazy. “Uh huh.” Stepping up to the bed, the man paused when Charlie scooted even further up. “Well then,” he said dryly, dropping a small black bag onto the bed and opening it. “Cash, bank cards, the deed to this property and everything you need for your new identity. Passport, birth certificate, driver's license and most importantly,” he continued, dumping it all onto the bed, “your back story.” …show more content…
What are you talking about? Where are Bass and Miles?” she asked, her voiced tinged with a hint of hysterics, and if there was one thing the man standing in front of her despised, it was hysterics. Tutting, he held up a finger. “You don’t seem to understand, Mrs. Ross. You don’t know anyone named Miles or Bass. Everything you know is right here,” he said waving the black folder in his hand, “including details on your new job, where you’re expected on Monday. It’s Wednesday, by the way,” he mocked whispered, looking down at his watch. “Myself or one of my associates will return in exactly one year. All you have to do until then, is keep the stupid to a minimum.” Smothering the sob that left her mouth with her hands, Charlie pulled her knees up to her chest as the man turned and walked out of the room, whistling a jaunty