Her glare turned murderous. She retrieved her bikini from the towel rack and began to put it on. “Nothing good ever comes of pissing me off, Chuck. I’ll put you in your place before long. You’ll see.”
She was gone before he could respond.
Chuck closed the stall door and stepped under the spray again, a smile stretching across his face as the hot water streamed down his body. He didn’t doubt the sincerity of her vow to get back at him. She would try to exact revenge, somehow, some way. But for the moment it didn’t matter. He felt like he’d won something. It was a little thing, really, but it felt important to him.
He’d made a stand.
And hadn’t given in to temptation.
He felt a small flicker of some initially unidentifiable emotion. He needed a few moments to recognize it as something resembling pride. He felt good about something he’d done.
He smiled again.
It’d been a long time.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
March 26
Rob was getting pretty sick of motel rooms. Roxie preferred to stay in the real sleaze pits to conserve cash and blend in with the other shady characters. The Starline Economy Inn, located on US 17 just outside of Myrtle Beach, was typical of the type. These dumps all looked basically the same, with some small variations in overall grime level to spice things up. He was missing the small but neat and comfortable apartment he shared with Lindsey a little more each day. He was weary of all the killing and drama, of course, but an even bigger factor in his deepening disenchantment with the situation was Julie Cosgrove.
He stared at her from his seat by the table. She sat cross-legged in the center of the bed, with the stolen notebook computer propped open in her lap. Her eyes were intent on the glowing screen as her fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard. Every so often she’d start typing a little faster and a little harder, and when she did this, the tip of her tongue would emerge at a corner of her mouth and stay there until the typing pace slowed again. The girl was a fucking Internet junkie. Even Roxie, who generally treated her like a long-lost little sister, was showing signs of annoyance with the girl’s online obsessions.
She laughed at something on the screen and her fingers started flying over the keyboard again.
Rob shook his head and took a slow pull from a longneck Bud bottle.
He and Roxie had been sort of flying under the radar, but Julie’s face was all over the cable news networks and the front pages of newspapers nationwide. She was a missing cute white girl and the media thrived on that shit. At least she’d done some things to alter her appearance. The hair was the most obvious thing. It made her look like Linnea Quigley in Return of the Living Dead. The shoulder tattoo and the eyebrow piercing helped some. Neither, obviously, were in any of the pictures circulating. Some subtle makeup tips from Roxie even seemed to change the shape of her face a little. But if you stared at her long and hard enough, it was still possible to discern the girl from the pictures. He was worried someone would guess who she was and bring the law down on them in a hurry.
Roxie came out of the bathroom wearing a black skull shirt and the short black skirt he liked. She scrubbed her wet hair with a towel and tossed the towel aside. She saw Rob staring at her and struck a pose, placing a hand on a thrust-out hip. “You like?”
Rob swallowed. “Yeah.”
Roxie smiled. “Julie?”
“Yeah?”
“Take that thing in the bathroom.”
“Huh?” Julie stopped typing. “Why should I…? Oh. That skirt is hot.”
Roxie didn’t look at her. “Bathroom. Now.”
Julie got up from the bed with a huff. “I don’t see why I have to hide somewhere every time you guys fuck. Can’t I stay out here and watch?”
“No.”
“But-”
“No.” Now Roxie did look at her. “That’s final. Now go.”
Julie huffed and stalked off to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. A few muffled curses emanated from the bathroom, but she soon fell silent and they again heard the dim sound of fingers tapping keys.
“We should take that fucking thing away from her. Sooner or later she’ll say something online that’ll give us away.”
“I doubt it. She’s smarter than you think.”
“You’re not worried at all?”
Roxie strutted over to him and leaned over him, bracing her hands on the arms of the chair. “Only thing I’m worried about right now is your failure to tear my slutty clothes off and ravish the fuck out of me.”
Rob slid a hand up her leg and under her skirt. “No panties.”
She giggled. “You like me, Rob?”
“Yeah.”
“A lot.”
“God, yes.”
Another giggle. “So show me.”
He showed her.
When it was over, Julie came out of the bathroom with the closed laptop tucked under her arm. She smirked at the sight of their curled-together nude bodies. “Guess what?”
Roxie raised her head off Rob’s chest. “What?”
“Once you guys got started, I opened the door a crack and watched.”
Rob groaned. “Jesus.”
“It was a pretty good show. My favorite part was-”
Roxie threw a pillow at her. “Shut up.”
Julie dodged the pillow and took a seat at the table, where she once again opened the laptop.
Roxie looked at Rob. “Maybe you’re right about that thing.”
“You’re not taking my laptop. I’ll crack your skulls open and eat your brains if you try.”
“Eat our brains?”
“You heard me.”
Roxie glanced at Rob and rolled her eyes. “Kids.”
Julie snorted. “You’re barely any older than me.”
“Old enough to make a difference.”
“What, three or four years? Yeah, big fucking difference.”
Roxie rolled off the bed and gathered up her clothes. Rob followed her cue and did the same thing.
Roxie pulled on her T-shirt and stepped into the little skirt. “You are being careful, right? Not saying or doing anything that might lead the cops to our door?”
“Whatever. I heard your little discussion. More of that treating-me-like-a-child bullshit. Relax. I’m doing all my posting and shit behind a proxy server to disguise the IP address. And I’m not saying anything that’ll give away our location.” She looked up from the keyboard to glare at them. “Okay? Happy?”
Rob finished dressing and sat on the edge of the bed. “Listen…there’s something we should all talk about.”
Roxie and Julie traded puzzled glances.
Roxie folded her arms beneath her breasts. “Gosh, that sounds serious. Is this gonna piss me off, Rob?”
“It shouldn’t.”
“So spit it out.”
“This thing with the spring breakers. We’re doing it tomorrow, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. So…what comes after that?”
Roxie frowned. “What do you mean?”
Rob sighed. “I’ve been thinking…we can’t maintain this lifestyle forever. It’s a dead end.”
“I guess you have some alternative in mind.”
“I do. And it’s totally workable. Look…I haven’t even been gone a week yet. I can still go home and make excuses. I’ll say I met you and took off on a wild, romantic adventure. And everyone will buy it, because you’ll be there with me. When they get a look at you, they’ll totally get why I did it.”
Roxie chewed on a thumbnail. “I don’t know about this. Where would we stay?”
“I already have an apartment. You’ll move in with me. You’ll just be my new girlfriend.” He saw the doubt in her expression and pressed on. “You have to see how perfect this is. We can have a normal life together. Doesn’t that appeal to you at all?”
She stared at the floor and toed a tear in the carpet. “What about Lindsey?”
“What about her?”
“This shit would piss her off. It wouldn’t work.”