Chapter 40

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Cameron relaxed his feet and began to sit upright.

“I am glad to see you awake,” said the voice.

Cameron decided to take his shot and leaned forward again.

“Really Mister Kincaid!  I assure you that will not be in your best interest.”

The abruptness in the voice jarred Cameron.  He sat up again.

“Good, relax for a moment longer.  I will join you.”

Cameron was not going to relax.  He had been ready to throw the chair back to set himself free from his binds.  He knew the man’s exclamation was sincere, whatever was behind the chair put Cameron’s safety in jeopardy.  Cameron had no doubt that the man was nowhere near concerned for his future well-being.  The man needed Cameron safe until he told the man where to find Nicole.

Cameron heard a door bolt turn behind him, followed by a second.  Cameron could even hear the handle turn.  He knew when the man entered the room, even though he could not hear the door swing open.  Near his head, he heard a pull chain and then suddenly there was enough light for him to see through the fabric of his hood.  He could not make out any shapes, only the bright reflection of the light off the wall in front of him.

With a sudden motion, the hood was pulled from Cameron’s head.  Exposure to the naked light overwhelmed his eyes.  Cameron pulled his eyes tightly closed and then opened them widely again trying to force them into focus.  The wall in front of him was warped and moving.  Again, Cameron closed and reopened his eyes.

The man spoke, “Sorry about that.  It is from the salvia divinorum in the aerosol I used to knock you out.  It’s an ancient shamanic drug native to the Sierra Mazateca in Oaxaca, Mexico, where it is still used by the Mazatec, primarily to facilitate shamanic visions in the context of curing or divination.”  Cameron was still unable to focus.  The man continued, now standing to the side of Cameron, “thus its name divinorum, which means ‘of the ghosts’ and should actually be divinatorum, ‘of the priests’.  Mister Kincaid, you are not quite snapping out of it.  Peter, would you?”

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