Tara reached into the blackness but her hand scraped against uneven stones. A wall perhaps?. Her breathing filled the cavity, bouncing back, mocking her for her gullibility. A rendezvous point? she muttered, Where the hell am I suppose to meet any one? She frowned, wiping an errant spider web from her face. Had she missed a turn in the dark? she didn't think she had, the tunnel had seemed straightforward.<br/><br/>A soft voice filtered through the rock.<br/><br/>"Stand clear, cherie."<br/><br/>Tara heard an eerie scraping noise in front of her and backed away as the voice had instructed. The light from a mag light burned her eyes and she averted them.<br/><br/>"Who are you?" she asked with bravado, hoping her tone masked her fear.<br/><br/>"Not who am I, cherie," the Cajun man taunted, "but where am I taking you?"