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Chapter 4
She sat on the couch like he told her to after she helped him get the driver into the trailer and into the closet. They'd wait until it was dark to bury the other guy. She watched as he dumped the contents of her bags onto the floor.
She jumped up. "What are you doing?"
"I'm just taking precautions and being sure you don't have a weapon of some kind," he replied as he kneeled down and started to fling clothes and books about on the floor.
She sat back down against the cushions and folded her arms over her chest. Once he was satisfied he put her stuff back and threw her bags to the side.
She stood to face him. "So now what? How long are we going to be here?"
"However long I choose. I suggest you get cozy."
"Okay what about food? I haven't eaten in hours and I'm pretty sure you haven't either."
"We'll get provisions tonight."
"What about him?" she gestured towards the guy duct taped and sitting in the closet. She didn't feel bad for him in the slightest.
"I'll knock him out. He won't get loose. Trust me."
~O.o~
Later they'd disposed of the passenger's body as planned and they drove out closer to the small town where they found a small grocery store.
She'd watched as Oswald knocked the young man out with a frying pan he'd found in a cabinet before they left. Now they were back and while Oswald checked on his hostage, well she supposed his other hostage, she un-sacked the groceries that they'd bought with the cash Oswald confiscated from the two guys. He watched her like a hawk in the store, wrapping his arm around hers most of the time so it appeared to others they were a couple. He assured her he had that knife at the ready if she tried to say anything to anyone.
"So tuna sandwiches for dinner?" she said.
"Well you did say you can make quite the tuna salad."
She laughed. "Tuna sandwiches it is."
~O.o~
She sat an arm's length away from him as they sat on the floor eating their dinner. He was pointing out people from the various newspapers and magazines he'd stolen from the store. She hadn't even realized he stole any until he started spreading them out in front of him.
"So you think Mooney's the one who sent those guys after me?" she asked him.
"I think it's highly likely but we'll get him to tell us for sure."
She nodded and took a bite from her sandwich.
"Would you like to help me get it out of him?" he asked.
She was frightened at the hopeful look in his eyes as he asked her that. "Um, no that's okay. That seems to be more your area." She avoided his gaze, where she had been oddly comfortable moments before, now she was unnerved by him.
He chuckled. "Yes I suppose so but he deserves it after treating a young lady like that. You would enjoy it I assure you."
"I don't think so," she answered, still avoiding his gaze.
He shrugged and ate the last bit of his sandwich. "Your choice."
~O.o~
She came out of the bathroom drying her hair with a towel. The driver still hadn't woken up so Oswald was busying himself with cutting out pictures and clippings from the newspapers and magazines and compiling them in a collage on the ceiling.
"Wow. That's, um, quite the piece of artwork you've got going here," she commented, coming up beside him.
"Yes, yes it is." He turned to her. "I was thinking you can take the bed."
"That's okay, you're taller than me. You can have it," she said, not wanting to upset him in any way.
He turned to her and pushed her so she landed on the couch with him leaning over her. "When a gentleman offers you the more comfortable option you should accept it instead of insulting his chivalry. You will take the bed."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "You think I'll try to make a break for it."
He nodded.
"Fine," she sighed. "I'll take the bed. Can you get away from me please? And you should take my advice as well and take a shower." She quickly followed up "And I mean that in the nicest way possible."
He stood up straight. "I'll take one later."
She got up from the couch. "You also look like you could use some shut eye." She went into the small bedroom at the other end of the trailer and tossed the towel onto the floor before climbing in bed and under the covers. She woke up some time later when she heard the water running from the bathroom which was next to the bedroom. She was so tired from the recent events that she just sighed and rolled over quickly falling back asleep.