Aside from the shock of being left tied up in a dark room with a dead man, Harry had time to reflect of the possibility that he no longer had cases to investigate because one client was dead, Joe, and the client, Jennifer, her husband was now dead.
No need to try and catch either of them with each other’s spouse, or Miriam.
But it did beg the question, was Jeremy Brightwater either in deep trouble or dead, or both.
Harry knew he was in deep trouble himself, and if he could not find a way out of his current situation, he might also be dead. If only he could get his hands free, and call Felicity. She could find him, no doubt tracking him by GPS.
He looked around to see if there was anything to aid his escape.
A dead body, no. But it might need some explaining though if he ever did get out of the room.
A cardboard box, one or more of many on the shelves, no.
Anything loose and made of metal? Maybe.
Why couldn't this be like the movies?
There was always an implement on hand to facilitate the hero's escape against all odds. Perhaps he wasn't the hero.
He closed his eyes and groaned inwardly. Hadn't he known all along it might come to this? His father warned him when Harry told him he was going to take up the profession, there would come a time when everything would go wrong.
Lamenting the failure to heed what seemed no to be sage advice, he heard a key in the door and the rattle of the handle turning.
The door slowly creaked open.
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