Disclaimer: Same as before except I don't own Carrie, Stephen King does.
A/N: The plot thickens…muhahahaha. Thanks as always to Amy, your reviews are wonderful.
Chapter 11
"This is interesting." Langly scrolled through a list of businesses in the insurance company's database. "The motel's in here, but that's not the weird part. What do you think this place is worth?"
Mary Pat shrugged. "Couple thousand…"
"That's not what it's insured for. They have a huge fire insurance policy for a cheap motel in the stix."
"Langly, incase you haven't noticed this place is made of wood." Mary Pat patted the wall for emphasis.
"Wingus and dingus, did they take any money from the safe?"
"No. The owners emptied it before they left."
"You didn't tell them that did you?"
"No, they didn't even ask about the safe."
"And we know they intend to blame out murder on us."
"Arson?"
"Yeah, like we broke in and lit the place up."
"And the owners get…"
"A fat insurance check, and wingus and dingus get a nice cut too."
"No finger prints, just two extra crispy lovers…I mean that's what they'll assume."
Langly went back to typing as Mary Pat sat on the bed, sniffling. It's one thing to suspect death, it's another to know exactly how and why. The suite had a gas fire place. It would look like Langly and Mary Pat had a romantic rendezvous when the room exploded.
"Hey," Langly looked up. "Were uh…not dead yet." Like most men, Langly felt unsettled by feminine crying. "Hey I have some…business associates in the area, they'll believe we're in trouble. I have friends at the FBI too." He put a hand on Mary Pat's shoulder "don't give up, I've been in worse situations."
"Like what?"
"I went to senior prom. They crowned me king when some kids poured pig's blood all over me. I lost it and killed them all with my telekinetic powers."
Mary Pat giggled "Oh really Carrie?"
"Yeah Stephen King changed some things for the book, and don't get me started on the movie. Does Sissy Spacek look anything like me?"
"I think I would have preferred being Carrie to my actual senior prom."
"Same here."
"You went?"
"Not of my own free will, took a hell of a beating afterwards from some guys. Look." Langly pulled back his hair and traced the outline of a scar above his ear. Sixteen stitches."
"Oww, and I thought going alone was bad enough."
The light hearted conversation broke with the door opening and slamming into the wall, followed by a large fist and a flushed face covered in…was it snow? It wasn't much, just a few flakes melting off his forehead into his eyes.
"You git over 'ere now!" He pointed to Mary Pat.
Langly pulled her protectively, and unconsciencely towards him.
"Damnit, I ain't gonna hurt her."
"Oh well in that case…no." Langly, intoxicated by a hero's complex ignored the realization that he had just told a large, dangerous, and homicidal man off. "Sorry I'll speak slower so you get this; fuc--"
Mary Pat pulled away from Langly "I'm not letting you take the easy death." she muttered as she walked over to the door.
"Girlie, you got more sense then your girlfriend on the bed over there." He pulled Mary Pat's arm and slammed the door.
Langly screamed obscenities and pounded at the door. Then he went back to his laptop; he had to get them out of there.