Page 130 of Over the Edge

If so, that could work to her advantage.

“That’s because you’re sick. We’re going to get you looked at as soon as we finish this unpleasant business, even if I have to drive all night to take you to an ER where no one will recognize you. Let’s get her out to the car.”

A resigned sigh filled the silence, followed by a ripping sound. “I guess we don’t have any choice at this stage. Use this first.”

After a few seconds, Heidi appeared in front of her, a length of duct tape in her hand.

Before Lindsey realized her intent, Heidi slapped it against her mouth and pressed the ends against her cheeks.

No amount of twisting and turning deterred her from the task, and the increasing pressure of the noose put a damper on too much struggle.

“Let’s go.” Heidi picked up a hat from the couch and tucked her hair into it. Then she slipped her arms into a coat and wrapped a muffler around her neck.

“Hold this while I put my jacket on.” Another tug on the rope as Dr. Oliver spoke.

Heidi disappeared behind her, their handoff producing only a tiny window of relief for her lungs.

They were getting ready to take her somewhere to dispose of her.

Somewhere that would have no link to them.

Her time was running out.

But what was she supposed to do with a noose around her neck, her hands trussed, and a gag muffling her voice?

A sudden tsunami of fear stole her breath just as effectively as the rope.

Summoning up every ounce of her self-discipline, she fought it back.

There might yet be an opportunity to break free. Dr. Oliver was sick, and he didn’t seem enthusiastic about the task ahead. Heidi didn’t have the advantage of muscle power honed from years of running and rowing.

Lindsey balled her fingers.

She’d find a way to make another attempt.

They werenotgoing to defeat her. At least not without a fight.

“I’m ready.” Dr. Oliver spoke again.

“Wait. Let me get the hat.”

A few seconds later, a knit cap was pulled onto her head from behind. Latex-enclosed fingers appeared in her field of vision as Heidi pushed her hair inside.

“There could be a few strands lying around here.” Dr. Oliver sounded increasingly nervous.

“We’ll vacuum when we get back. Okay. We’re all set.”

“Walk toward the kitchen, Lindsey.” Dr. Oliver prodded her.

She did as he directed, legs stiff.

Heidi moved ahead, opening the door to the garage and preceding them into the spacious triple-bay attached structure that housed two dark sedans.

“Follow Heidi to her car.” He jiggled the rope, as if urging a horse to pick up its pace.

Lindsey’s step faltered as Heidi stopped by the car and shook out a very large garbage bag.

Were they going to kill her here after all? Put her body in a bag and dump her somewhere?

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