He went in and she soon heard the splashing of his powerful stream. Hands shaking, she took the three two-milligram capsules of flunitrazepam from her handbag and dropped them into his whisky, then used the wooden stirrer she had brought from the bar to stir it up. Next, she lit a cigarette with shaking hands and went to stand by the window. It looked out on the square below. The streetlights had just come on and it was quiet at that time of the evening. Twilight. She inhaled the acrid smoke deep into her lungs before exhaling it in a long plume. The irony of using the date rape drug on the man who had raped her wasn’t lost on her. She wasn’t sure whether she had given him enough or too much, but Tadić was a big man and six milligrams ought to be enough. Christ, she hoped it worked. The alternative didn’t bear thinking about. She was pretty sure that he didn’t know who she was. And being arrogant and stupid in equal parts, he was so certain of his own attractiveness that he wouldn’t think for a moment he was being set up. Especially by a woman. If he did know, he was a far better actor than she had given him credit for.

As it turned out, solubility didn’t really matter. As soon as Tadić came out of the bathroom he tossed back the rest of the drink in one and drained the glass. Without even looking at any dregs there might be, he picked up a half-full bottle of Glenmorangie from the little nook where the tea and coffee makings were kept and filled it up again. Zelda let out the breath she had been holding.

“You want?” he said, offering her the whisky.

Zelda turned her nose up. “I don’t like whisky,” she said.

He opened the minibar and took out a miniature vodka. “Good? Yes?”

Zelda nodded and he poured for her. She stubbed out her cigarette in a saucer, added tonic water to the vodka and smiled. She had no intention of drinking anymore.

Tadić bent over a cupboard under the drinks area and Zelda saw he was entering his code for the safe. When he had got it open, he brought out a plastic bag of white powder, a small mirror and a razor blade, and grinned at her. “You like?”

Christ, the last thing she needed him to do was start snorting coke. That would probably nullify the flunitrazepam completely, or at least delay its onset. She didn’t want a coked-up Tadić on her hands. “I like,” she said and moved as sexily as she could. “But maybe later? When we are tired?”