Adam and one other PIT officer came into the room, dragging the still-unconscious Frederick between them. Once they’d lifted him onto the table, they began tying him up with what looked like plastic cables. PIT might not carry drugs around with them, but it seemed they did come equipped with black cable ties.

“Frederick woke me with some sort of stimulant,” I said, looking around. “It’s possible there’s some sort of medical bag in the room—especially given he used an ambulance to transport me.”

“It’s over in the corner,” Jackson said. “And so are your clothes and purse, by the look of it.”

He retrieved all three items, shaking off the brick dust from my clothes and purse before handing them to me. Then he dumped the medical bag on top of Frederick’s stomach and opened it up. “There’s all sorts of stuff in here. Anyone know anything about drugs?”

“Adam?” Sam said.

“Adam’s a medic?” I couldn’t keep the surprise from my voice.

“No, I’m not,” he said, his expression amused. He was a tall, thin man with blondish hair and cool gray eyes. He looked nonthreatening, even for a vampire, and for that reason alone I suspected he was very much the opposite. “But I can contact base, and someone who is.”

“Instant communication is one of the benefits of having a telepathic partner,” Sam said.

Adam began inspecting the contents of the bag, studying each item and presumably relaying the information back to whomever he was in contact with. I used the time to pull on my jeans. Surprisingly, Janice’s phone was still in my back pocket. I pulled it out, ended the call, and then quickly added a password. Having a second phone could come in handy.

I didn’t bother putting on my shoes—I doubted my broken toe would be too pleased with the sudden pressure—nor did I bother with my sweater or bra, instead shoving both into my handbag. I wasn’t about to strip off to put either on, even if half the men in the room had seen me naked, be it in the present or the past. Which left my T-shirt, and I used that to belt Jackson’s coat tighter.

After a few more minutes, Adam handed Sam a small vial and a needle. “According to Billy, this should do the trick.”

“Excellent.” Sam filled the syringe, then roughly jabbed it into Frederick’s arm. Once he’d dumped both the vial and the syringe back into the bag, he glanced at me and said, “We’ll retreat. Adam will remain here with you, but Frederick shouldn’t sense him.”

I nodded. Jackson gripped my shoulder briefly, and warmth leapt from his skin to mine. Warmth and concern. I smiled and silently said, I’m okay, Jackson. Really.