The rubber pressed deeper into her skin than the cuffs, and she cringed as he tied her tight. Then he unhooked the cuffs and stuffed them in his pocket.
Without a word he hit a button on a huge machine and her hands went into the air. "So if you kill me then you get to retire right now. That's the plan?"
"Basically."
The machine continued to lift her. As her feet rose in the air, she squealed. Then he hit another button. He planned to drop her to her death. Her heart raced. She was running out of time. "Are you waiting to trap John too?"
"That's plan A. Plan B is to kill you and let him find your dead body."
Okay… he meant to lure John here. There might be time. "I'm not that important to him. He'll get over me in a second."
"Now that is a lie."
The wind outside rattled the plastic wraps. Her voice sounded shrill and she blinked uncontrollably. "It's the truth. He has so many women. I seriously doubt he'd care if I died."
With one punch, he knocked the plastic so it flapped outside. The rustling of the wrap sent a chill down her spine. "He said he'd marry you."
Her limbs shook, but the rubber tie kept her in place. "How would you know he said that? And I don't take that serious so you shouldn't either."
"I've never heard him on the phone with another woman, saying those words."
"He didn't say that on the phone."
"Are you with him twenty-four hours a day to know what he says to who?"
Of course the FBI had tapped their line. She pleaded with him. "It's a joke. He doesn't truly care."
"You're the one who's delusional. Now be brave."
He hit another button on that machine and she felt herself swing outside. "Where are you going?"
"To the spot where we planned your death. It's going to be a long way down."
The wind slapped her in the face as she dangled high above the ground. Her heart thundered. "Plan A requires John to be here, remember."
"We'll just let you hang until he is."
"Where are you going?"
"I'm busy."
Footsteps echoed in her ears. She swallowed and opened her eyes. There was no escape. She was trapped. It might be better to close her eyes and just let herself die. The rapidness of her heart might be a kinder death than a fall. It had better not be John falling for a trap.
The wind knocked the rubber ties that held her and her feet swung.
