–I congratulate you, gentlemen! -said Johnson, – now it remains to send the river police there with a capture group. That's how technology makes our job easier. Even the genius of Sherlock Holmes would take a long time to find this guy.
Solomon slowly opened his eyes. It was dark all around. His head ached. His limbs were bound and his hands were bent behind his back. He began to remember the events of the previous night.
After the restaurant he and Yesenia arrived at the hotel. Yesenia was very shy and kept covering her face with her hood. They went up to the room, drank whiskey and relaxed together in the hot tub. Solomon was not without delight in remembering luscious form and the unique whiteness of Yesenia body. Then they had another drink each. For this, Yesenia got out of the Jacuzzi and captivating Solomon with her naked body went into the room for another portion of whiskey. Then they slowly danced in embrace by the fireplace....
He woke up to the ringing of his cell phone. Yesenia was not around.
"Turn on the screen, Solomon," came a message from Yersinia.
The screen lit up and Solomon saw Yesenia's frightened face. She was tied to a chair, her mouth stuffed with a rag.
– As you can see, I have your bird in my hands. And on how you will obey me depends her future fate.
Yersinia in the mask of Death was dictating her will.
– Don't touch her! I'll do whatever you want! – Solomon shouted into the phone.
– I don't doubt it. In the meantime, don't you dare call for help, or you'll get your Yesenia in pieces. Then they ordered to get dressed, leave the room, go down to the basement and open the door in the far corner. Solomon obediently carried out all orders. Suddenly, strong hands grabbed him and threw a bag over his head. Solomon felt something injected, after which he lost consciousness …
Through the cracks in the door a meager light penetrated and gradually Solomon's eyes made out a room filled with sacks everywhere. Solomon felt a slight rocking and heard the splash of water.
"I'm sailing on ship, but where to?"
Solomon looked around for a sharp object, but saw nothing.
The ship continued to sail. Solomon knew that every minute was precious. The longer the ship sailed, the less chance he had of salvation. He began to roll around on the floor, but stumbled over bags of groceries.
What could be in the food pantry with which to untie this plastic noose on his arms?
