That just pissed him off more. That Crane wasn't doing what Crane should have been. That there might be a hitch in the plan because of a flighty psychiatrist. He didn't like disobedience and he liked betrayal even less.
"Well, then I suppose there's two reasons for this tonight, isn't there? Teaching you not to stray, and showing others what happens to those that think it's okay to cross good ole Jack."
Jack knelt, one hand clutching the razor and the other exploring the ropes that bound her legs. He had left her ankles and everything below free of the constriction.
"They will notice. Everybody will notice. And you no doubt will come up with some clever little lie that all but those closest will believe. Your daddy will be mad. Your fancy boyfriend will become enraged. All those things would work to your favor if I had any fear of pain or death. Eddie may even try to come seek some revenge for you. I actually hope he does. I'll start readying myself for his approach. What fun!"
Jack used the shiny blade to cut through her boots, not caring if he tagged the skin under. He hacked through the material, eager to get at the delicate flesh underneath.