“Yes.” Samuel turned to Camila. “Sweetheart, sit up and lift your hair, so he can get that off of you.”
Camila nodded. She leaned forward and swept her hair aside revealing the small lock. “Um, it’s not going to shock me again, is it?” she asked softly.
Samuel looked at the maintenance man. “Well?”
He looked at the padlock and collar. “No, the two aren’t connected. Who put this on you?” he asked in disgust. “You?” He looked up at Samuel as if he would punch him.
“God no, just get the fucking thing off of her.”
The man nodded. He said, “Hold still, ma’am,” and then snipped the lock. He handed the cutters to the nurse, and then pulled the padlock off with the glove the nurse handed him, and removed the collar. “There you go. Looks like you’ve got some bruising, but you should be okay.”
Camila nodded and dropped her hair back down.
He put the collar and padlock into a clear bag the nurse had thought to open. “I’m guessing you’ll need this for the police?” He handed it over to Samuel.
“Yes. What will it take to keep this quiet?” he asked the man.
The maintenance man shook his head and looked at Camila. “She’s been through enough, I think, I won’t be talking.”
Samuel clasped his shoulder and gave him a warm smile. “Thank you.”
The elderly man nodded. “My pleasure.” He looked at Camila. “You get better now, dear.”
Camila smiled and waved to him.
Samuel set the bag aside for evidence. Now all they had to do was wait for Officer Grimes to arrive. Then he could take her home, where she belonged.