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edge, ready to claw at him, hurt him in the same way he’d managed to hurt her. Yet she knew that way only led to more trouble.
    Dr Harper would see her in the morning and she’d state frankly that she would give him whatever it was he wanted, but he had to let her out. Or else.
    Abigail couldn’t even begin to think of what the doctor wanted from her. She had nothing. No real assets and very little money stashed away into a small savings account. Certainly nothing in any aspect of her life led her to believe anything like this could be possible.
    Abby had sworn earlier in the morning that when she got out of there she’d take steps to make her life more worthwhile. She’d always imagined she had plenty of time to date, to get out more with her friends, to watch that movie or attend that party. The fact she’d been so easily coerced into this and completely out of touch for almost forty-eight hours now, and not a single person had come looking for her, was humbling in the extreme.
    “Oh, Gran, I miss you so much. You would rescue me, come hell or high water.”
    Tears filled Abigail’s eyes but she blinked them away.
    Instinctively she tested the restraints again, refusing to cower and give in, despite her genuine fear. Sooner or later she’d get out of them, and she swore the first thing she’d do would be to cause serious bodily harm to Dr Harper. She imagined punching him in the nose, shooting him through the heart or perhaps sticking him with one of those damned needles, filling him with whatever cocktail of drugs he seemed so entranced with and watching him suffer the nightmares she’d experienced.
    She was not some spineless imbecile. This would not get the better of her.
    Abigail tugged on her restraints again, ignored the pain in her wrists and plotted vengeance.
     
    * * * *
     
    Breaking into the clinic had been almost embarrassingly easy. Tristan had seen two of the orderlies wedge open a side door with a broken brick. They’d walked around the small car park and had smoked their cigarettes. After hours, the main body of the clinic was closed down and dark, but the few patients were watched over by a skeletal staff of two night nurses, some cleaners and a few other assorted helpers.
    Breaking into the clinic had been almost embarrassingly easy, they had slipped in through the open door like it was the most natural thing ever. The two orderlies listened to the footy game on a small radio, arguing and smoking, their backs to the building while they were absorbed in their discussion.
    Walking as if they owned the place, they moved down a corridor. Lucas followed Tristan, taking care to be discreet as he checked the rooms they passed. The two nurses sat at the table, both cupping hot drinks. Neither nurse gave them a second glance as they walked by the closet-sized space evidently used as a tea room.
    The corridor opened out into the main station area. Lucas lifted the three clipboards and scanned the patient records while Tristan inserted the USB of the portable hard drive into the desktop computer on the nurse’s desk.
    “She’s in bed two,” Lucas said softly.
    Tristan nodded and checked the monitor of the computer.
    “Says here it will take two minutes to download the relevant files,” he replied. “You secure Abigail and meet me back here. They might not have paid attention to us coming in, but with her in tow we might have a far harder time getting out.”
    Lucas watched as Tristan pulled his gun from out of his waistband and placed it on the desk beside him.
    “You should get yours out too,” Tristan insisted.
    Lucas shook his head.
    “Not until I have her. If I turn up with a gun I might freak her out.”
    “Suit yourself.” Tristan shrugged. “But don’t leave it for long. It will be no use to you hidden away if you need it.”
    Lucas nodded and put the clipboard back before heading into the adjoining room. He found a small waiting area, presumably for friends and family. Passing