There wasn’t any where she could go—I’d locked the front door again on my way in—and she wasn’t in much of a state to run anyway.
I left her on the sofa so I could hunt around the house. One of the bedrooms had a bathroom leading off it, and the wall behind the shower was tiled white. I was in luck and hoped it would be good enough for the photo. I was sure Tam could do something with the picture on the other end if it wasn’t.
When I returned to her, she was in the same position as before.
“Come on, this way.” I lifted her to her feet. “Think you can walk?”
She nodded.
I guided her through the bedroom and into the bathroom. “You need to stand in front of that wall.”
“Why do you need to take a photo of me?”
“For your passport. I’m taking you out of the country.”
“You think it’ll be that easy?”
“I have money and contacts. It’ll be easy enough.”
“What if I scream and cry the whole way. No one is going to allow you to put a hysterical woman on a plane.”
“Listen to me, you can kick and scream and try to escape, but all that’s going to happen is that I will return to your home and kill your father.”
“I’d like to see you try,” she spat.
It was good to see some of her feistiness returning. I preferred her like this to the silent, vacant woman she’d been when I’d got back.
“I walked into your home in the middle of the night and plucked you from your bed like some kind of nightmare kids have. Don’t think for a minute that I’m not capable of it.”
“He’ll come after me.”
Her gaze darted away, and she bit her lower lip. Why did she seem worried at that idea?
“Will he? He doesn’t even know who has you. In fact, I’m not even sure he’s realised you’re gone yet.”
Maybe I should have killed Rasmus in his sleep, but where was the satisfaction in that?
“Can you give me a minute alone in here?” she said, changing the subject.
“Why?”
She raised her eyebrows at the toilet. “Why do you think?”
I realised what she wanted. “You can go in front of me.”
Her cheeks coloured. “No, I can’t. Please, it won’t take me long, though you’re going to need to untie my hands for a minute.”
Was this some kind of trick? “You’ll have to manage, or would you prefer me to help you?”
She glanced down at the floor. “No, I don’t want you to help me! Please, what damage can I do in the bathroom? It won’t be for long, and then you can tie me back up.”
Considering her words, I went to the bathroom window and checked it. It was locked, but there was a key, so I swiped it and put it in my pocket. She wasn’t going to escape that way. I did a quick sweep of the room, making sure there was nothing in here she could use as a weapon—razor blades or even some kind of chemicals like bleach that she might be able to throw in my face.
I located a bottle of toilet cleaner in the cupboard under the sink and confiscated it. There was nothing else I thought she could use, but even if she found something, I had my gun, and I’d be ready.
I stopped behind her and untied her hands.
“Okay, you have two minutes. Don’t try anything stupid.”