Besides, she might come in useful. Right now, we couldn't be sure she wouldn't. I wasn't going to rule out any help if it meant returning Sable to us.
Savannah exhaled loudly. "Fine, but the minute I can do something, you promise to tell me?"
"Of course we will," I said. "We know how much she means to you. She means a lot to us too." I tried to cover it with a smile, but the longer we were away from Sable, the more I worried about her.
Savannah was right, anything could be happening to her right now.
I tried not to think about it, but I couldn't keep the images out of my head. I had a fertile imagination, and I'd seen a lot.
Done a lot, too.
The senator could be peeling her skin off her body as we were driving. He could be touching her. He could be…
I shoved the thoughts away. Woody was with her. He'd make sure she was okay.
If he didn't, he'd be dead fucking meat too.
CHAPTER 15
SABLE
I pulled Woody's jacket tighter around myself and stared out at the city.
"What are we going to do now?" I asked.
We tried the door only to find it locked. There was no other way out of here. I’d taken a quick shower in the opulent bathroom. Dried myself with one of the huge fluffy towels and tried not to let despair sink in.
"What we do now is get out of here," Woody said. He reclined on the bed, ankles crossed, his hands behind his head.
I turned and stared at him. "Unless we can open the windows and tie the sheets together to climb out, I don't see how."
"And there I thought you had an imagination," he scoffed.
"I do have an imagination. What does that have to do with anything?" If he was going to keep being infuriating, I might find a way to open the windows and shove him out.
"How wouldyouget out of here?" he asked, his expression revealing nothing.
"What I'd like to do is open the door and walk out," I said. "But we already tried that, remember?"
"We tried that when people in this apartment were still awake," he said easily. "I haven't heard a sound from out there in at least half an hour, have you?"
Now he mentioned it, I hadn't. For a while after the senator left, I heard talking, but that had stopped. I couldn't hear any movements. No one watching TV.
"They could be standing quietly outside the door," I pointed out.
"I hope they are." He pushed himself off the bed and, smirking at me, he dipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a long, slim piece of metal.
"You've had that the whole time?" I asked. "Didn't we go through a metal detector when we arrived?" The question was rhetorical. We had; both of us passed through without setting it off. The thugs had gone around. Of course they had. Their guns would have had the machine blaring out an alarm.
"I had it tucked inside my watch, but I slipped it into my pants when I was getting undressed," he explained. "In case that asshole got too close and nosy."
He got both of those things.
Even after a shower, I felt dirty, remembering his eyes on me. I didn't bother to contain a shudder. If we didn't get out of here, it'd be more than his eyes he’d have on me. My skin crawled at the thought. Switching off, even part of the way, only worked for so long. When the darkness and anxiety crept back in, it was worse than before. I hated that. I didn't want to climb out of my own body when I thought of Woody and I fucking.
Woody slid the lock-pick into the lock and turned his head so his ear was beside it. He frowned, listening for the click of the mechanism unlocking.
His frown deepened.