at this point. She had to fight.
Olivia shoved both hands at his face, but the mask protected his skin. He grabbed for her wrists. She jerked them out of his grasp and went for his eyes. He swatted, an automatic response. Olivia kicked out with both legs, but she was wearing only socks. When her toes slammed into his heavier shinbone, pain shot through her feet. With barely a grunt, he stepped sideways, trapping her feet between his legs.
She attacked his face again, this time tearing at the edge of the mask, trying to rip it from his face. Her nail caught in the mask. A piece of rubber broke free, and she went after the soft skin of his neck. Her nails raked his skin, and he flinched. His body tensed, anger radiating in his posture for the first time.
He drew his arm back and hit her with a jab. His fist connected with her face. Even as pain bloomed through her cheek and her vision darkened, she realized he’d held back. He could have hit her much harder.
He ducked and hauled her over his shoulder. Her hands and upper body dangled down his back. His small nylon backpack rubbed against her face. Olivia flailed, but he held her in place with a firm hand on her back. His shoulder dug into her belly, further inhibiting her breathing.
Hopelessness swamped her. There was nothing she could do.
She was helpless.
She bobbed against his back as he walked down the hall. He knew her house. Too well. How long had he been inside with her?
Frantic thoughts sped through her mind. They were going toward the garage. He was going to kidnap her with her own vehicle.
When she didn’t show up at her mother’s house and Sharp Investigations tomorrow—no, today—Lincoln would call. If she didn’t respond, eventually he’d come looking for her. Her purse and car would be gone. Other than the bedclothes being mussed, there would be no indication she’d been kidnapped. She needed to leave a sign that she’d been taken.
She sawed her hands back and forth, trying to free herself. It didn’t work. The tape dug deeper into the thin skin of her wrists. Frustration and desperation bubbled up in her throat and nearly choked her.
Lincoln had told her she needed to upgrade her security system. He’d even offered to do it for her. She hadn’t thought it was a priority and had blown him off. She hadn’t wanted to be inconvenienced, even just for a day or two.
Now she was going to die.
Maybe she’d be lucky and he’d kill her quickly.
In the kitchen, he grabbed her purse and keys from the island. Using the fob, he turned off her alarm. Then he walked into the laundry room and paused to open the door that led to the garage. Olivia reached toward the wall and grabbed the molding around the door with both hands. She held on as tightly as she could. With an angry jerk, he yanked her fingers off the wood trim. Pain shot from Olivia’s fingertip as her nail tore. Was she bleeding? Just in case, she thrust her hands forward once more and wiped her fingers across the bright-white trim paint. In the dark, she couldn’t see if she’d left a mark.
He carried her into the garage, then closed and locked the interior door.
In one last desperate move, she pulled out her right earring and dropped it on the floor. Then she did the same with the left one.
But that was the best she could do. He put her in the cargo area of her car. The Prius didn’t have a trunk, just a hatch. She’d be able to sit up, possibly draw attention to herself as he drove. Before her hopes rose, he pulled a rope from his backpack and tied it around her neck. He drew it tightly enough to dig into her throat. Then he forced her body into a tight curl and snugged the rope around both her ankles and wrists.
She flinched as the sharp prick of a needle pinched her thigh. Fear burst fresh in her mind. He’d injected her with a drug. Soon, she would be truly vulnerable.
Something soft fell over her body and head. She touched it with her fingers. The lightweight throw she kept over the back of the sofa?
The vehicle shifted as he closed the cargo hatch.
Olivia wiggled, testing the restraints. The slightest movement of her body tightened the noose around her neck. If she tried to