The Sons Of Cleito (The Abductions of Langley Garret Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

a little later and waited for sleep to kill my boredom and lower abdominal pain. Sleep took some time to arrive though as my brain was still working away on Lord Byron and his autograph carved into a stone column.
    I presumed it was morning when I woke, and set about my normal morning routine of breakfast followed by the bathroom, but then followed this with the addition of ennui. I was not looking forward to a second day of five star imprisonment. It was more in hope that I showered, shaved and dressed reasonably well from the selection of my clothes the large man in the ill-fitting black suit had packed for me. My hope was that there would be a knock at my door and that I would at least be suitably dressed for whatever followed that. As I thought back to when the man with the black suit and his lady boss entered my apartment, I tried to recall the questions she asked. They were about my travels, the Internet, about my marriage and my work, and about where I had lived. The only logical conclusion I could come to was that they must think I was a spy or secret agent of some description. I couldn't for the life of me understand why. I was only a lousy husband, an even worse businessman and failed amateur writer, who like everyone else, wasted too much time online, and drank far too much. Hardly James Bond material. Then, just when my thoughts were very close to becoming sensible, what I had been waiting for, for over a day, made me jump with fright.
    Even though it was a very polite and quiet knock on my door, I froze in fear. Not knowing whether to walk to the door and open it, or wait for it to open by itself. When I heard the knock again I presumed I was expected to open the door myself. For some reason, I suddenly had the expectation that the woman and man who had taken me from my apartment would be at the door. I took a deep breath as I walked to the door and then turned the door handle. Unlike the evening before, it turned and I pulled the door open a little.
    'I hope you have been comfortable Mr Garret,' the young woman who had met me on my rock said, and I noticed that she had finally been informed that I had a name.
    'Thank you, yes,' I said as I opened the door a little more, probably in relief that it wasn't who I had hoped it wouldn't be.
    'If you would like to come with me please.'
    'Right. Do I need anything?'
    'I don't think so.'
    'Where are we going?' I asked, as I walked through the door and heard it lock behind me.
    'Come with me Mr Garret,' she said, as she turned to head down the corridor with me following.
    'I'm a little confused you know.'
    'I understand. It's not far.'
    'Do you meet and greet a lot of guests here?' I asked. Simply to say something and trying to settle my nerves, and the empty upside down feeling my liver or pancreas were creating in my guts.
    'Just up here,' she said, and then stopped after a short distance and opened a door for me. 'If you would wait in here for a moment, someone will be with you presently.'
    'Um, thank you,' I said, and wondered how long it had been since I had heard anyone use the word, presently. I entered a small room that had all the attributes of a lawyer's waiting room, except for the lack of luxury motoring magazines. The door closed behind me, which I suddenly realised was becoming a habitually routine event, and then I started the process of deciding whether to sit or stand while I waited. After some minutes I chose to sit on a rather comfortable, deep, dark brown leather sofa and wait, avoiding the temptation to twiddle my thumbs due to the lack of anything to read, once again. The lack of anything to read was becoming a kind of slow water torture for me as I began to think of the suffering it was slowly beginning to cause me. The walls were the same plain cream as my room with no paintings or prints. A glass table and a matching sofa opposite me were all that kept me company as I waited for whoever it was I was waiting for. My waiting ended abruptly as a door