‘Sauvage had his guys look at it for info on where Daisy might be, but he said they didn’t find anything. I asked for it back. I thought you might want to see for yourself, in casethere wassomethinguseful on it that his people didn’t know to look for.’
Blake holds out his hand, and I reach across the aisle to where he’s sitting at a table, letting him take the phone from my hand. He opens his laptop and doesn’t say anything else. I watch as he hooks the phone up to the cable, and I glance over at Shade. He looks tired. Exhausted. I guess we all do. None of us have really slept properly since we lost her.
‘How many hours to go?’ I mutter.
He side-eyes me. ‘Four. You might want to get some sleep.’
‘You look like you need it more than me,’ I snort, mostly to be a dick.
I rub my tired eyes and look around the fuselage.
I’ve never been on an airplane before. I don’t mind it. If the circumstances were different, I’d probably even enjoy it. But I don’t enjoy anything right now, not without her. The whole world seems darker without her by our sides.
God, I hope she’s okay.
I stand up and walk around the cabin, trying to escape my thoughts.
The lone flight attendant who has been getting us drinks and food, who introduced herself as Sheryl when we got on board, seems to be on her break. She’s mostly left us alone, probably used to sudden trips because she hasn’t batted an eye over this impromptu flight overseas.
The pilot and co-pilot, we haven’t seen since take-off.
‘There’s a lot missing,’ Blake says absently, not looking away from his laptop screen.
‘Like he deleted a bunch of stuff?’ I ask.
Blake shrugs. ‘Or this wasn’t his primary phone.’
I pace up and down the carriage for a few minutes, feeling a little like Shade, to be honest.
A little while later, I hear Blake mutter, ‘Jesus’.
I glance over at him. He has his hand over his mouth. I can’t see the screen from here, but my stomach drops at the look on his face, the pure unadulterated rage diluted by devastation.
‘What is it?’
‘I found something in his messages,’ he answers, his voice muffled by his hand. ‘I think this was a secondary cell.’
He looks away from the laptop, his eyes closing for a second as he swallows hard.
My limbs are leaden because I know from his face that this has something to do with our girl. I half-lurch across the plane and swivel the laptop around to find a video of Daisy in the shower.
I frown at the screen. She’s naked.
‘What the fuck is this?’ I snarl.
I turn on the sound, and Nasty Nurse’s cackle fills my ears. She’s filming Daisy, who’s shivering violently under the water.
‘Clean yourself up, you dirty little bed-wetter,’ she snarls. ‘Use the soap. How anyone thought you could live without twenty-four-hour supervision is beyond me. Next time you see Joe, I want you to tell him how lucky you are and thank him. Got it?’
‘Yes, Nurse Smith.’ Daisy’s voice is monotone, completely devoid of expression. She doesn’t look at the nurse.
‘What else?’ the nurse snaps.
‘Thank you, Nurse Smith,’ Daisy says after a moment.
I grind my teeth. I don’t want to watch this, or listen to it, but I have to. Daisy lived this. The least we can do is witness it.
‘If that bitch wasn’t already dead, I’d kill her myself,’ Shade grates out next to me.
