“I took down all Randy’s pictures and posters from the walls,” Lucy said. “That was the first thing I did when he locked me in down here.”
“He locked you in? Randy?” Mon couldn’t believe it.
Lucy, giving her the guided tour of the bomb shelter, complete with commentary like “It’s not so bad” and “Once you get used to it, you don’t really miss the windows.”
“Yeah, Randy,” Lucy said. “He wanted to get rid of me.” She looked Mon up and down. “You’d almost think he had his eye on somebody else.”
“He never told me,” Mon said. “He said you were on vacation.”
“Sure, vacation. This look like a vacation to you?”
“So why were you watching that tape?” asked Mon. “When I came in. You were lying there listening to it. At first I thought it was really him.”
“You want to hear something crazy?” Luc
