Lisbon paced in front of the KC Chili restaurant, searching the square, desperate to spot him. She asked the employees inside. No one had seen her pain-in-the-ass consultant all day.

Dammit, Jane! Why aren't you where you said you'd be?

She hurried down the street to the hotel he'd mentioned in his message. The door was unlocked. As she opened it, a human groan rose.

A shaft of light shone on Jane. The sheen of panic on his face matched the sheen of the plastic wrap holding him to the upholstered chair. He looked like he'd seen the Devil himself.