No Exit by Taylor Adams 2

Now fill another, please.”
“Okay.”
Then she carried the sloshing carafe to the visitor center’s
front door, feeling the steam on her palm. The water was hot
enough to burn skin, and to maybe temporarily blind an
attacker. But it was also rapidly cooling. In a few minutes, it
would just be a harmless jug of warm water.
She was halfway there when she noticed something — a
brown napkin crammed under the carafe’s silver carrying
handle.
Her napkin.
She halted and unfolded it. On one side, her MEET ME
IN THE RESTROOM and Ashley’s probably-false response: I
HAVE A GIRLFRIEND. On the other, IF YOU TELL THEM
I KILL THEM BOTH. And finally, underneath that, in the
loopy handwriting of a child, she found Jay’s message to her.
DON’T TRUST THEM.
What?
She glanced up. Jay was filling the second carafe now,
holding the red button, but watching her expectantly.
Darby whispered, “Don’t … don’t trust who?”
Ed and Sandi?
Jay didn’t answer. She just nodded her head in short
motions. Concealing the gesture from the other two adults in
the room.
Darby almost asked aloud, but couldn’t.
Why? Why can’t we trust Ed and—
A rough hand clapped down on her collarbone, startling
her. “Three entrances, so three possible routes of attack for
Beavis and Butthead,” Ed huffed, counting on his fingers.
“Front door.”
“Dead-bolted,” Darby said.