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‘You can do what you like to me. But just think about what you’ll be doing to Nick’s baby.’
Sasha’s nails dug into her flesh and Freya could feel her breath on her face.
‘Do you really think I give a damn about that? It’s just another obstacle in the way that’ll be removed. In fact, it will be killing two birds with one stone. And how appropriate that is.’ A smug smile spread across Sasha’s face.
‘You might have heard everything we’ve done over the last few months, Sasha. But you won’t have seen Nick’s face when he saw our baby on the monitor at the hospital. He was overjoyed. There were tears in his eyes and he looked at the image as if it were the most amazing thing he’d ever seen. To him, it was only one stop short of a miracle.’
‘Oh quit with the dramatics. It’s just a baby. I can give him a baby. I can give him a baby and get my figure back afterwards. I don’t hold out much hope for you.’ She jabbed Freya in the stomach with the gun.
‘What sort of person are you? Don’t you care about anything except this ridiculous obsession with my fiancé?’ Freya wanted to know.
Sasha slapped Freya’s face. The force of the blow had Freya reeling back into the seat.
‘He is not your fiancé. Not anymore. Now, I don’t want to hear another word from you or I’ll end this right here… right now.’
Freya sat still on the seat, unable to move with her hands tied behind her back. She watched, helpless, as Sasha got into the driver’s seat of the SUV and restarted the engine.
33
‘We’re here,’ Sasha announced, turning to face Freya and smiling at her.
They’d driven a little more than fifteen minutes, according to the clock on the dashboard. They had come off the main road and headed up what felt like a dirt track. Freya’s hands were aching and the wire was cutting into the skin. She’d had to lie on her side to relieve the pressure but now she was stuck there.
Sasha got down out of the car and opened the back door. She grabbed Freya’s arms and pulled her up into a sitting position.
‘Get up, bitch. I said we’re here.’ Sasha pulled Freya down and out of the car.
She managed to land on her feet but smarted as the twine tightened on her wrists. She looked at her surroundings. They were next to a patch of wasteland that was instantly familiar.
‘We’re at County Bridge.’
She could see the black bridge just a hundred yards or so away. It was so cold. The wind was whipping underneath her jacket and her fingers were starting to numb.
‘Yes, don’t sound so surprised. I know how much you love this place. You’ve spent hours here taking photographs, all of them dull and boring, by the way. But, it seemed a fitting place for it all to end. A last tribute, if you like.’
‘Look, Sasha, this is stupid. You don’t hate me. You certainly don’t want to kill me. Why don’t we just talk about this like grown-ups?’
‘You are kidding, right? You think talking can resolve anything? Did I not make myself clear enough earlier? You have my man. You are standing in the way of our happiness together. The only resolution to this is for you to be gone… completely gone.’
Sasha was becoming more and more unstable from what Freya could remember about captor behaviour. She only had her vast Bruce Willis and Arnold Schwarzenegger DVD collection to reference from but it wasn’t looking good. She was really scared. What if Sasha was really going to try and kill her? It sounded completely far-fetched but the look in the woman’s eyes told Freya this wasn’t some sort of prank. Sasha was serious.
Sasha reached into her bag and drew out a white piece of cloth. She started to toy with it in her hands.
‘What are you going to do?’ Freya asked.
‘You’ll see. Come on, there’s not much time.’
Sasha pushed Freya forward and jabbed the gun into the small of her back, urging her on towards the bridge.
Freya looked at the landscape in front of her. It was just grassland, the old, ruined church and nothing else. Just wild, open space and not another soul in sight. She had a thought. The fishermen! There must be some fishermen a little further up the river. She could shout or make a run for it or something. She had to do something.
‘In case you’re thinking about making a run for it, let me tell you… there’s no one round here. You told me exactly what time the fishermen arrive and leave, remember? Anyway, I have no doubt I could outrun you and we all know a bullet can travel a hell of a lot faster than both of us.’
‘Sasha, this is insane. You can’t possibly think you can kill me and get away with it.’
‘Yoo-hoo! I’m the one holding all the cards here! Oh, and the gun. I think I have the upper hand. I think I’m more likely to get away with doing it than you’re likely to get away from me.’
‘And when I’m dead? When Nick’s baby is dead. What then?’
