Second Chances: The Story's The Same.
A Simon & Simon/Six Million Dollar Man Story
When Laurie Simon faces an old threat, Rick and her family
must find a way to protect her.
This is a work of fiction. No money is being made on it, and the characters are owned by Universal
and are only being borrowed for a little while. .)
Prologue
She lay on the cot, trying unsuccessfully to free her wrists. Too weak to try to squeeze her hand through the handcuffs, she hooked the chain onto one of the springs of the bed and pulled. The only result was the wire snapped and cut her hand.
Damn, can't even manage to free myself without drawing blood, she swore inwardly. Suddenly she heard the knob on the door turning, and frightened, drew back against the headboard.
As the door opened, she saw the well-dressed man who had greeted her that morning when she woke. "Mrs. Simon, I hope you're feeling better?" he inquired solicitously.
"No, I don't, I feel so weak, please let me go home, please?" she begged, hating herself for groveling. He shook his head, then turning to look outside the room, beckoned for someone. "I thought you might like some company, ma'am, at least they'll give you incentive, shall we say?"
"No!" she gasped, seeing the brutal man who had abducted her dragging two people into the light.
She was beaten, now she'd have to do what they said.
A Simon & Simon/Six Million Dollar Man Story
When Laurie Simon faces an old threat, Rick and her family
must find a way to protect her.
This is a work of fiction. No money is being made on it, and the characters are owned by Universal
and are only being borrowed for a little while. .)
Prologue
She lay on the cot, trying unsuccessfully to free her wrists. Too weak to try to squeeze her hand through the handcuffs, she hooked the chain onto one of the springs of the bed and pulled. The only result was the wire snapped and cut her hand.
Damn, can't even manage to free myself without drawing blood, she swore inwardly. Suddenly she heard the knob on the door turning, and frightened, drew back against the headboard.
As the door opened, she saw the well-dressed man who had greeted her that morning when she woke. "Mrs. Simon, I hope you're feeling better?" he inquired solicitously.
"No, I don't, I feel so weak, please let me go home, please?" she begged, hating herself for groveling. He shook his head, then turning to look outside the room, beckoned for someone. "I thought you might like some company, ma'am, at least they'll give you incentive, shall we say?"
"No!" she gasped, seeing the brutal man who had abducted her dragging two people into the light.
She was beaten, now she'd have to do what they said.