Frank caught her before she could bolt, before she could get away from him. He shushed her the same way he had the boy, though there was a difference there. The menace had gone out of it, as much as a man that looked like him could be unmenacing.

He couldn't have her running off. He'd neutralized most of the warehouse, but he could hear, in the distance, the sirens and he didn't trust the cops to handle any of this any better than the people that had been running this whole situation.

He pulled his knife out of the sheath on the back of his belt and looked at her with raised eyebrows. "Easy, okay? I won't hurt you."

It was easy, careful work to slice through the tape holding her hands together. He didn't know what that was about, but giving her back some of herself seemed vital, so he started there.