Lila
Dane used Chris's belt and some baking twine from the kitchen to tie Chris up. Working quickly, efficiently, and near-silently, he found Chris's phone in his back pocket and tapped on it for a while, before cursing and throwing it aside. "Can't figure out his key," he muttered. Then he scanned the kitchen, muttering under his breath, before his eyes lit on the notepad and paper that sat on the end of the counter.
Pulling it over, he wrote quickly, then tore the top piece of paper off and let it flutter to the floor in front of Chris's face.
YOU CAN THANK LILA FOR SAVING YOUR LIFE.
IF I EVER SEE YOU AGAIN, I WILL KILL YOU.
I'M KEEPING THE FILE THAT PROVES YOU KILLED DAD
IF YOU EVER COME AFTER ME, I RELEASE IT TO MEDIA
DEAD MAN'S SWITCH
"Is that wise?" she asked carefully.
"He almost killed you, Lila. It's the plain truth."
"No, I mean the threat. What's a dead man's switch?"
