Quinn pivoted, intending to knock her arms away, but before he could do so, she whipped them down and brought them up again between his arms and shoved him in the chest.
He staggered backward a few steps. Danielle was far stronger than the woman who’d been in cell one. But Quinn was not one to be fooled twice. As she attempted to hit him again, he moved with her and wrapped an arm around her.
“Stop it!” he ordered.
From downstairs he heard his phone ring.
At the same moment that Nate yelled, “I’ll get it,” Danielle kicked backward.
Quinn detected the move at the last second, and was able to twist enough to reduce the speed of her foot as it traveled up between his legs, but he couldn’t stop it.
It was a miracle he didn’t let her go as pain rocketed out from his groin. When she kicked again, he lunged sideways so that she hit only thigh.
“Quinn!” Nate called. “Get down here!”
Before she could take another shot, Quinn wrestled her to the ground and pinned her arms and legs to the carpet.
“Let me go!” she yelled as she tried to wiggle out from under him.
“Calm down,” he ordered.
“Let me go!”
Quinn heard Nate heading up the stairs. “Quinn! Did you hear — oh. Um, hold on.”
A moment later, Nate was beside Quinn, zip ties in hand.
“Behind her back this time,” Quinn said.
“No!” Danielle screamed as they rolled her over.
Nate double tied her wrists. “Ankles?”
Quinn turned the woman back over. “Are you going to be good? Or do we need to restrain your feet, too?”
She huffed several times as if she could breathe fire, her gaze darting back and forth between the two men.
“Well?” Quinn asked.
She spat at him, her saliva hitting him below the eye.
He nodded to Nate. “Ankles, too.”
“I’ve still gotta pee,” she said before Nate could tie up her feet.
“Hold on,” Quinn told his partner. He looked at Danielle. “If you try anything, we won’t just bind your ankles, we’ll tie you to the bed, too. Got it?”
“Yeah, yeah. Just hurry up.”
They helped her into the bathroom, where she stood next to the toilet, looking at them expectantly.
“What?” Nate asked.
“I can’t very well pull my pants down like this, can I?”
“You’re going to have to figure out a way,” Quinn told her.
“Come on. What does it matter? You’ve both seen me naked.”
Reluctantly, Quinn undid her pants and pulled them and her underwear down while Nate held her shoulders to prevent her from getting any ideas.
After she sat, she looked at them again.
“What now?” Quinn asked.
“It creeps me out a little to have you watch me pee.”
Nate said, “It’s okay for us to take your clothes off, but you don’t want—”
“Nate,” Quinn said, quieting him.
They turned enough to give Danielle some privacy while still being able to watch for any sudden movements.
“What were you yelling at me about?” Quinn whispered to his partner.
“Oh, um…someone needs to talk to you.” He formed the letter O with his mouth.
“God, I feel like I’m in high school,” Danielle said. “Just say what you’re going to say. What am I going to do about it? I can’t even pee without your help.”
Despite her request, they remained silent. When she finished, Quinn helped her get her pants back up and they returned her to the bedroom.
Nate pulled out some ties to strap her ankles but Quinn signaled for him to wait.
“If you promise to cooperate,” Quinn said to Danielle, “we’ll leave your feet free.”
She studied him for a moment before saying, “Sure. I can be a good little girl.”
“That’s not the answer I’m looking for.”
She rolled her eyes. “I will be a good little girl, okay?”
“Okay. No ankles, but the door stays locked,” he told her. “For your own protection.”
“Bullshit,” she scoffed.
“Believe what you want.” He followed Nate toward the exit but stopped in the doorway. “If you need anything, knock twice on the floor. You don’t need to go all psycho. We’ll hear you.”
“Oh, that’s real nice,” she said. “Psycho? Is that what you think—”
He stepped into the hall and shut the door.
When he got downstairs, Nate was saying into the phone, “Sorry. We had an…incident….I’ll let him explain.”
He gave the phone to Quinn.
“Good morning,” Quinn said.
“Are you sure?” Orlando said. “I heard screaming and banging.”
“Danielle needed to go to the bathroom.”
“It sounded like you guys were performing an exorcism.”
“That might have been more pleasant,” he said. “I haven’t heard from Helen, have you?”
“That’s why I’m calling. She’s missing.”
Orlando’s words were so unexpected it took a second before Quinn could say, “What?”
“I expected to hear from her a while ago, so when I didn’t, I called in to nudge her. Instead, I was put through to this guy who starts questioning me about why I wanted to talk to her.”
“Did they actually say she was missing?”
“Of course not, but it wasn’t hard to figure out. I checked. Turns out someone rammed her car in front of her office early this morning and grabbed her.”
“So what did you tell her people?”
“I just said we had finished up a job for her and I was reporting in. That was it.”
“Did they ask you what the job was?”
“Of course they did. But I told them I was uncomfortable talking to someone I didn’t know on the phone. I offered to come and give a full report. I’m supposed to be there at nine thirty. Figured that might delay them showing up at my door.”
“They may still come. You need to get out of there.”
“They already did.”
“What? Are you—”
“Relax. We weren’t home. The first thing I did after talking to them was to grab Garrett and the Vos and get out. We’re on the way to where Mr. Vo stores his RV, then we’ll head out of the city. The house is a mess, though. They got there about ten minutes after we left. Watched the whole thing on my computer.”
“I’m glad you guys are all right,” he said. “We can deal with the house later.”
“Oh, don’t worry, we will. They’re going to get a big repair bill.”
“Were you at least able to figure out why Danielle’s so important?”
Orlando snorted. “The only thing I can tell you for sure is that her name isn’t Danielle Chad. But don’t worry. I’ll find something.”
“I know you will.” What a screwed-up few hours, he thought. “I don’t like the idea of you being alone.”
“I’m not alone,” she said.
“You know what I mean. I’d feel better if Daeng were with you.”
“It annoys me how much we think alike sometimes.”
“You already called him?”
“No, but he’s next on my list,” she said. “You all should get out of there, too. They might figure out where you are.”
“We will.”
“Give me a little bit of time and I’ll find you someplace to go.”
“No. Don’t worry about us. I’ll take care of it. Just focus on staying safe,” he said.
“You sure?”
“Absolutely. You concentrate on taking care of our family,” he told her. “How are you feeling?”
“Pissed off.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I’m fine. We’re fine.”
“Stay that way, okay?”