Most Likely to Murder

Noise filled the room as someone, probably Paxton, turned on the faucet and the dryer. Rick was grateful—he wouldn’t have to worry as much about breathing too loud or making noise as they got settled. Paxton was a jerk, but he had a brain that worked okay when he actually tried to use it.

Rick was impressed by how quickly he and Martina managed to get up on their awkward perch in the handicap stall.

They couldn’t both stand on the toilet—Rick’s feet were pretty big—but if they leaned a lot of their weight on the metal bars on the wall, they could get by.

Not indefinitely, but they could manage.