QUOTE : Gracie tried to remember what had happened but it came in erratic bolts of mental videotape: the blinding headlights of the big truck pulling in behind them, the flash of pure white clothing as the driver, who appeared as a silhouette framed by the high headlights, had swarmed her, locking her head in the crook of his arm, and the sharp bite of a needle in her thigh. Locking up, feeling her consciousness fade away, impulses in her brain misfiring … Then nothing, and even now she wasn’t sure if she was awake or dreaming or in some kind of state in between. Gracie tried to say, “Danielle?” to the body beside her but her voice was muffled. She realized her hands were bound behind her back and her ankles were tied or taped together as well.