Joseph crouched behind an empty box for flowers nearby, ready to give her warning should anyone happen by. Sweat beaded up underneath the nylon, dribbling into Samantha's eyes as she worked. On her first attempt, the hanger trembled in her hands until it fell to the ground. It's no different than the motel, she thought. She closed her eyes and thought of Joseph. She had to do this for him, so they could be together. Her hands steadied and began to work the piece of metal in the lock.
The lock clicked. Samantha opened her eyes and eased the door open. "Joseph, we're in!" she hissed.
He scuttled over, slapping her on the back. "I knew you could do it." As he pulled up his mask enough to kiss her stocking-clad face, the net dropped over them.