She was led upstairs, Leonard behind her looking for the hallway light switch.
When it didn't work, he cursed, declining yet another incoming call before turning on his phone's flashlight.
While he was distracted, Cecilia carefully scoped out the second floor:
A straight corridor with windows on both sides—old-fashioned sliding windows.
One pane was broken, and judging by the entrance downstairs and the direction of the sea breeze, the broken window faced the ocean.
Her only shot.
Cecilia acted like her legs were weak, staggering a few steps toward one side of the hallway. He naturally followed, heading toward a room in that direction.
From the moment he untied her until they reached the stairs, she had been completely cooperative.
He was distracted by messing with his phone, and s
