The car journey had been long and bumpy. Jane ached all over as he was pulled out of the stuffy, cramped trunk and into the bright glare of the sun. He was vaguely aware of Maya stepping out of the back seat of the car as he was squinting in front, mildly making out a small wooden shack in the middle of the vast desert around him.
Hardy pushed both Maya and Jane in front of him, leading them into the sparse shack and once again into a basement. The dim light flickered as Hardy locked the hatch and walked down the steps. Jane looked around, trying to take in as much as he could like he usually did, but he couldn't concentrate. Despite being in such a desperate predicament, one thing kept nagging him; where was Lisbon?
He expected her to save him like normal. All he could hope for was that Lisbon knew where he was.
Jane's train of thought was interrupted by a loud screech from a metal door being opened. Hardy was directing Maya into another wine cellar, this one worse than the previous. There were two rotting wooden wine racks on each of the side walls, only containing three bottles in total. The rest of the holes were filled with dust or rats droppings. The back wall was bare brick, riddled with cobwebs and holes whilst the ceiling was cracked and damp. The room was fairly small, just enough room for one broken mattress at the far end and some floor space that could fit about four people. There was a chamber pot in the corner.
Jane observed all this as he was being herded into the room by Hardy's threatening gun.
"You two stay in here while I sort some stuff out."
Hardy un-cuffed Jane's hands and walked towards the door. He looked up.
"No funny business."
The door closed and Jane could hear the click of the lock and Hardy's footsteps fading up the stairs to the house.
