The sound of shoes padding the stepladder meant the show was about to begin. It wasn't long after when the vibration of the motor turning over told Jessie it was time for her to plan her strategy and pray, they would live to tell their story.
Unsure of where Rena was standing, whether she was sitting or nearby, Jessie made her first attempt at flattery, a technique she'd tried during other hostage situations, hoping to get her to talk.
"You know," Jessie said, forcing her voice to sound natural, "I have to hand it to you, Rena. You had us completely stumped after the way you left McCormick's body with the slit wrists and rose petals everywhere."
"Fooled ya, didn't I?"
"Yes, you did."
Rena's prideful laughter spiked Jessie's heart rate, knowing she was about to hit the jackpot. Flattery was the sweet spot of every known criminal to learn they'd outfoxed the cops.
"Yeah?" she asked. "I had you going, huh?"