Guilt or no guilt, I needed to soak in the Jacuzzi. No matter how dangerous it was, I was going to have to make my move tomorrow, so I had to be in the best shape possible. I turned on the hot water as there was a knock at the door.
I almost told Foster to get lost, but I did need the bandages. Of course, if he decided to make good on his kneecap threat…
The door opened. It was Josie, holding a first-aid kit. “Hiya,” she said. “I come bearing gifts.”
“Hey, it’s just what I’ve always wanted,” I said, crossing the room.
“Foster said that for all he cared you could bleed to death, so I volunteered.”
“You’re very generous.” I reached for the first aid kit, but she held it behind her back.
“Don’t you want me to patch you up?”
“Nah, I’ve got it covered.”
“Oh, don’t be silly. I know what sissies you men are. I’ll do it.” She closed the door behind her. “Nice wallpaper, huh?”
“Yeah. I’ll have to buy some for the kids’ romper room at home.”
“Danny just likes to mess with his friends. You’ll get used to it. Not for a few years, but you’ll get used to it. Oooh, the Jacuzzi sounds like a good idea. Mind if I join you after we finish?”
“Danny might not approve.”
She opened the first-aid kit. “Danny might not find out.”
“And then Danny might not remove my heart with a can opener. I think I’ll pass.”
“Your loss. I’m scrumptious in the nude.”
Now this was disconcerting. I wasn’t sure if she was serious, kidding around, or if Daniel was waiting right outside the door to find out what I’d do.
“I’m sure you are,” I said.
“C’mon, you’re getting even with Roger, don’t you want to get even with your wife, too?”
“I don’t consider being slaughtered by your husband getting even.”
“What if I told you Danny was okay with it?”
“I probably wouldn’t believe you.”
“You’re not very trusting.”
“If you provided me with a signed, notarized statement that he was okay with it, then I’d be perfectly happy to have you be nice and naked in my hot tub. As it is, the fact that I get locked in here when nobody’s around indicates that we haven’t crossed all the trust barriers yet.”
“All righty, then.” She patted the bed next to her. “Let’s get that shoulder bandaged up.”
“Really, you can just leave the kit.”
“Andy, sweetie, you don’t have to worry. I may bite, but I’m not venomous. The big, strong serial killer isn’t afraid of a waif like me, is he?”
She wasn’t exactly a waif, but pointing that out seemed like a really good way to get hurt. I sat down on the bed next to her, and she removed a bottle of rubbing alcohol and some cotton swabs from the kit.
And then I realized that while I was standing there being extremely uncomfortable with her in the room, I was overlooking a perfect opportunity to strike. Daniel might be a horrible, vicious murderer…but he also might be willing to release the prisoners to save his wife. It was a risk, sure, but there clearly wasn’t going to be an easy solution to my problems.
Josie pressed the alcohol-soaked cotton swab against my cut. I forced myself not to wince. Instead, I put my hand gently on her leg.
She continued cleaning the cut, but there was a definite hint of a smile.
I slid my hand upward just a bit as she set aside the cotton and alcohol and took out a bandage. I peeked into the kit. No scissors. No sharp objects. The rubbing alcohol wasn’t even in a glass bottle.
I’d just have to do this without a weapon.
Now that the excess blood had been wiped away, my cut didn’t look all that bad. It was barely even bleeding anymore. I wondered if Josie thought I was a complete wimp.
She tore open the bandage wrapper.
I slid my hand down her leg, and then up again, beginning to knead the flesh.
She gently put the bandage on my shoulder.
I pounced.
I slammed my hand over her mouth and wrestled her down onto the bed. I grabbed the first aid kit to bash against her head, but she got a handful of my hair and tugged hard.
Damn! Why hadn’t I thought to turn on the whirlpool first, to cover the noise?
She bit down on my hand, but I pulled it away before she could draw blood. “ Danny!” she screamed.
I got ready to slam my fist into her face, but the door burst open. Daniel and Foster entered; Foster with his gun.
I raised my hands in the air. “Don’t shoot!”
Foster pointed the gun at my face, ready to do just that.
“No!” said Daniel. “Josie, come here.”
Josie got off the bed and rushed over to Daniel, throwing her arms around him. Foster looked like he wanted to shoot me so badly that he could barely keep from wetting himself, but he didn’t pull the trigger.
“What’s the story, Mayhem?” Daniel asked.
“We weren’t doing anything,” I insisted.
“Oh, really? And what were you doing?”
“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” I said, getting to my feet. “She came in here saying all this stuff.”
“What stuff?”
“That she looked good naked, and did I want her to join me in the hot tub? She said you didn’t mind!”
“And you believed her?”
“No! Well, yeah. I mean, c’mon, Daniel. You built a freakin’ gladiator stadium in your backyard so you could watch people kill each other. I figure somebody that depraved isn’t going to get all bent out of shape over a little wife-swapping.”
“I’m missing where the ‘swapping’ portion comes into play.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I’m not sure I do.”
“Come on, Daniel!” said Foster. “Why are we listening to him? Let me blow his face off.”
“In a second.”
At that moment, water began to spill over the top of the Jacuzzi. “Aw, for crying out loud,” muttered Daniel, walking over to turn off the faucet. “Now look what you’ve done.”
“Can I shoot him for that, at least?” asked Foster.
“No, you may not. Give me the gun. You’re getting all worked up; you’re gonna hurt somebody.” Daniel walked back to the doorway and grabbed the gun out of Foster’s hand. I lowered my arms.
“But he tried to kill Josie!”
“He didn’t try to kill Josie, you jackass! He tried to get off! Get out of here for a minute, all right?”
Foster punched the wall, then stepped out into the hallway. Daniel closed the door, and pointed the gun at me.
“All right, look. I knew she was gonna come on to you, and I’m cool with it. Share the wealth, know what I mean? Maybe I don’t provide her with a signed, notarized statement, like you said, but I’m happy to let her do her own thing. My only question for you is, why was my wife screaming my name?”
“Isn’t that what you’d want?” I asked, trying to smile.
“This is not the time for jokes,” said Daniel, keeping the gun pointed at me. “This is the time to think very carefully about one’s own mortality, especially when one could very well end up with the other prisoners.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “Really, I am. I thought she liked it a bit rough.”
“Mmm-hmm. And did you ask her?”
“It’s not something I’m used to asking.”
“Well maybe you should consider it in the future. If you have one.”
I leaned forward and cracked my knuckles. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
“You invited a man who has killed fourteen people into your home. You did it for the express purpose of letting him help kill even more people. And now you’re telling me you were expecting a well-behaved houseguest? Are you some kind of idiot?”