He watched her every move with such sharp impatience, she was surprised he allowed her enough privacy that she was able to dress in the walk-in closet with door closed. Casey slipped on a pair of her favourite skinny jeans with rips in the thighs and topped it with a T-shirt that had a bloody rose and skull on it. She pulled on a short leather jacket with buckles on the side and tugged her hair free. She examined her shoes and briefly considered her flats as the more comfortable option for a kidnapping, but decided she preferred the height of four-inch black heeled boots that zipped up the back and fitted perfectly over her jeans. She glanced at her reflection in the standing mirror on the wall in the closet and decided she looked almost perfectly armoured.