Author’s note:
I’m trying something new and (for me) kind of scary.
I’ve never posted WIP before; with my first two stories, I finished the first draft and posted each chapter as I completed the final proofing and editing. Part of this was due to a howling absence of self-confidence. Part of it was because, well, that’s how books get published, after all – and I don’t necessarily write in linear fashion.
The current story, though, seems inclined to come out more or less in order, so I’m giving WIP a try. I’m still nervous. If you’ve read my other stories, you’ll know that I tend to build pretty sophisticated plot structures – so I’m hoping, if I post one chapter at a time, that folks can still keep track of what’s going on! And, of course, I’m also hoping that I don’t run into some snarl that will oblige me to go back and massively re-write earlier chapters. And then there's the little matter of cliffhangers . . .
But mostly, I’m hoping people enjoy the story.
So here goes.
-- 'Beth
---------------------------------------------Aftershocksgesture studyDarkness.
MacGyver couldn’t tell at first whether he’d actually opened his eyes or not. He tried to touch his face and find out, and discovered his hands were secured behind his back – the unmistakable bite of handcuffs at his wrists was way too familiar.
Then the awareness of pain caught up with him on the road back to consciousness – a throbbing pain behind the eyes that would have been blinding if he’d been able to see in the first place, and a knot at the back of his skull that drove needles of fire into his brain when he tried to move his head.
Oh, man. Clobbered in the head again. What happened this time? Can’t remember . . . He was lying on his side, coarse carpeting rubbing against his face, vibrations and a sense of movement, and strong smells of rubber tires and engine grease surrounding him.
Car. Trunk. He wasn’t the only thing in the trunk; hard objects slid and bumped against him.
And we’re moving. Where?Why?
Owwww . . .
Can't wait to see how it turns out 
