“How do you plan on doing this without being seen?” I ask.
Tamara throws me a pitying look. “Oh, sweet, innocent Esme,” she murmurs. “Do you really thinkthere’s only one way in and out of here?”
“You’re heading for the entrance,” I point out.
“You really don’t pay attention, do you?” Tamara asks. “There was a door to the left as we walked in.Staff quarters. There’ll be an exit through there.”
Tam is a psycho, but she’s a fun psycho. Life always works out for people like her.
And, true to form, it works perfectly and smoothly. The staff quarters are empty, with an exit door atthe far side of the room like the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.
We’re about three steps away from freedom—when the door opens and one of the spa therapistscomes in.
She too
