“Couldn’t we just run?” Quinn said. “We could just take off, you know. We don’t have to stay here. He can’t follow us forever.”
“I’ve done that, remember?” Kate said. “You run now and it’ll never end.”
“That’s all well and good, but this is serious,” he said. “They say that in the movies all the time, but this is real life. Couldn’t we live with a few phantoms over our shoulders?”
She shook her head and put her hand on his shoulder.
“If you want, go ahead,” she said. “But I’m through running. I told you-there is not a day that goes by that I don’t think of him. I’m not going to keep going like that, even if it means I’m dead. Besides, I think he is underestimating us.”
“You do?” Quinn asked. “No offense, but we got caught with our pants down back there. He walked in right under our noses.”
“But we are still here, Quinn. We are still here, aren’t we?”
“Forgive me if I don’t feel that much better,” he replied. “That seems like blind luck.”
“You are thinking of it all wrong,” she said. “He has had the advantage from the beginning. There is no surprise. He knows who I am. He knows who you are. We don’t have that luxury. We can’t follow him home. But he has given himself away too. I don’t think he came here meaning to scare us again, Quinn. I think he came ready to kill.”
“And let me get this right-this makes you feel better?”
“It does,” she said. “Because he failed. And he proved to me one thing-you aren’t helping him.”
“How can you be sure?” he shot back. “Maybe I went outside, forced the door open to look like a break-in, left a note, broke down your door, then put it all back up again.”
“Why would you do that?” she asked.
“I’m honestly not sure,” Quinn said. “So that you’ll be lulled into a false sense of security and trust me? I admit it’s a reach.”
“Yes, a bit too far,” she said. “The only reason he would do all that would be to kill me at my most vulnerable. But you’ve already seen me that way.”
“When?”
“Last night,” she said. “You could have killed me then.”
“Well, you were kinda awake,” he said.
“Not enough,” she said. “I’m sorry I blocked the door, but the other night, I couldn’t sleep at all. I kept wondering what if. What if you are working with him? What if you are him? What if…”
“I get it, I get it,” he said.
“But if last night was a test, you passed. I never heard that dresser come down and I never saw you put it back up either. We were locked in a room by ourselves-so much so that he must have thought he could not get through without waking both of us up. I don’t think this guy plays the kind of psychological game where he pretends to be my boyfriend and then murders me. I think if he had the chance to kill me-just one chance-he would have taken it.”
“Why? He seems to enjoy playing with his prey.”
“No, I think I figured out what he wants,” she said.
“Which is?”
“He wants a story,” Kate said.
“He is a story,” Quinn said. “He is all anybody talks about.”
“But talk is the right word,” she replied. “So far nobody has put his nickname in the paper. People might be talking, but there is no real mention of him.”
“He will get it soon enough.”
“I agree and I think he knows that too,” she said. “But I think he wants the story to be about us.”
“You and me?”
“Me and him,” she said. “I think he would have killed us last night and left a note about who I was. That would have been a two-for-one-it would have proved to the police he is Lord Halloween and it would have splashed the story right on the front page with his name on it. It also would have been a sad story, with pictures of me and my mother and interviews with my dad. And details about how I concealed my identity.”
“You have it all worked out,” Quinn said.
“Believe me, so does he. That’s why I caught his attention. He might be taking down some other people to add to his body count, but I think he intended to make me his official grand entrance, so to speak.”
“Well, he came close.”
“But that’s just it-close, but not close enough,” she said. “And I don’t think he thinks very highly of our ability to protect ourselves.”
“Well, we have one thing in common,” Quinn said.
“That’s going to change,” she said. “I’ve been giving this a lot of thought. But one problem was my own doubt.”
“In what?”
“In who?” She re-phrased his question. “I doubted you. But I’m going to take that leap of faith you suggested. From this point on, we are in this together.”
Quinn laughed.
“From this point forward? I’ve been there,” he said.
“Well, now I’m there too,” she said.
They drove to the hotel.
They had barely crossed the lobby before a manager began approaching them. Dressed up in a tight, vaguely Victorian-era version of a tuxedo, he was clearly angry.
“We’ve been trying to reach you, madam,” he said, giving Quinn a glance that suggested he thought very little of him as a dresser or a person.
“You’ve had my cell phone,” she said.
“Well, your boyfriend said you changed it,” the hotel manager said. He looked meaningfully at Quinn.
Kate looked confused and glanced at Quinn, who shrugged and indicated he had no idea what was going on. Secretly, however, in the middle of one of the biggest scares of his life, he was pleased. The manager had said boyfriend and Kate had assumed-just assumed-he was referring to Quinn. Maybe that meant something or maybe it didn’t, but he was still damn glad to see it.
“He gave us your new phone number,” the manager said, but the glances between Kate and Quinn had unnerved him. The bluster and outrage building in the hotel employee appeared to be fading. Something was not going according to his plan.
“And you didn’t think to try the old one?” Kate said. “Who, exactly, did you say said this?”
“Your boyfriend,” he replied, sounding less angry. “He called from your room.”
“And was I in it?”
“Well, I assumed you were,” the manager said, and anger had clearly been replaced by something else: defensiveness.
“Why were you trying to reach me?” Kate asked calmly.
“Your room. It was left in an unacceptable condition,” the manager said, but he was looking around him now. Quinn thought he looked like a man searching for back up.
“I see,” she said. “And did it ever occur to you that my ‘boyfriend’ may actually have been an intruder? That maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t with me at all?”
“No, that did not occur to us,” the manager said. “He seemed so confident, like he was supposed to be there.”
“I want to see the room,” Kate said.
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” the manager said, clearly wishing he hadn’t started the conversation to begin with.
“It’s my room-I paid for it,” Kate said.
She started walking very calmly toward the elevators.
“Madam,” the manager said. “Madam, I can’t allow that.”
