He filled the room, His leonine hair awry, His huge face heated and aglow with a nimbus of reflected light.
"Not like us, eh, Gaines? We gotta work for the money. Even kill people who know too much."
The sun was going down, the room gathering gloom. Yardena looked at Stansfield. His neck was mottled and his face glowering.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Smith," he said evenly, controlled.
Smith stopped his slow swinging of the swivel chair and turned to look at Gaines.
"O frabjous day!" His face broke into a great smile, "you're not going to deny that you killed that Tulsa lady, are you?"
Yardena startled. She looked at Stansfield's face mottling as his neck was mottled, his body tightening as a spring.
"I hope you're not going to lie in front of this innocent little child
