"What's our ETA?" Frank sounded pissed off.
"We should be there soon. If you want to get some sleep, I'll radio base about the woman." I didn't recognize the other man's placating voice.
"Yeah, like I’m gonna sleep. Notify me when you find her. If she gives you trouble, shoot her. Make it hurt but don't kill her. I'll leave that for Anaya."
"Yes, sir." The door opened and closed. Frank and I were alone.
“Stupid fucking morons,” Frank muttered.
Footsteps echoed on the tile floor of the bathroom. My heart froze as I heard him lift the toilet seat. I imagined Frank opening the door to the closet and finding a Kate surprise. I swallowed hard and aimed the forty-five at the door.
Frank commenced to do his business and I held my breath. Sweat trickled down my forehead.
He flushed the toilet and belched as he left the room. I slowly released my breath and arms at the same time, closing my eyes as I sank against the wall.
The television clicked on and I recognized a jingle for an erectile dysfunction remedy. Annoying as it was, it reminded me of living a normal life, talking back to the crappy shows on TV, eating dinner with Cole and his kids, and sleeping in a comfortable bed without worrying whether I'd be alive in the morning. How the hell did this happen? It was supposed to be a pleasure cruise, for God's sake. Not a "Guess what, you're going to die at the hands of a vicious killer" cruise. The reason I moved to Durm was to get away from this kind of stress. I'd promised myself a calm, low-drama life; a complete one-eighty from what I'd been used to, but here I was, back to dealing with assholes and guns. I leaned my head against the wall, wishing I could bang it into oblivion.
Why couldn’t I have a normal life?
The commercial ended, replaced by music with an urgent tempo. I strained to hear the announcer's voice.