Chapter 90
NINETY
The knife falls to the ground. Sophia steps closer and kicks it away.
“Ava, in my bag.”
Dumbly I obey, slipping my hand into the bag hanging from her shoulder, without obstructing her grip on the weapon.
I pull out the zip ties, again bought that morning from Maria’s little supermarket.
My hands are shaking in fear as I wrap them around Mum’s wrist, pulling them as tight as I physically can, not caring if they hurt her.
Sticking out of the damaged concrete is a rusting loop of iron, and I thread another through there and then quickly use one more to secure Mum to it.
Then I take two or three fast steps away and drop to the ground, the tears coming now.
A moment later I feel Sophia’s hand on my shoulder.
I think she’s just supporting me but I’m wrong.
“My phone. I need to check it’s uploaded. And call Duncan.”
I don’t hear all of what she does next, but when I look around she’s speaking on the phone, her eyes and the speargun both trained on Mum.
“We’ve got her. Get the police here now.”
She ends the call, moves a step forward and checks the zip ties securing Mum to the remains of her old bar.
“Now the police are on their way. You sick bitch.”