The stall door clicked shut behind them.
Liam's back pressed against the cool tile wall, his eyes moving across the small space.
White tile floor, slightly worn near the edges. White walls on three sides, a metal partition separating this stall from the next.
The toilet sat to his right, lid down, the porcelain clean but old.
The air smelled like cleaning solution. Sharp.Chemical. Underneath it was something floral, probably air freshener from one of those automatic dispensers mounted somewhere outside the stalls.
Jane stood in front of him, her back to the stall door, her hands still folded behind her. She was smiling. That same slow, deliberate smile she'd had since they left the mat.
Liam looked at her for a moment, then glanced at the door. At the small gap between the bottom of the door and the tile floor.
At the lock, a simple metal latch that looked like it had been turned and re-turned a thousand times.
"We're in the women's restroom," he said.
