She said: “Yeah…he told me…but he’s not here, Rene. He’s had to go out. Say, look…what are you doin’ tonight?”
Berg said: “I’m not doin’ anything much. I stuck around. I thought maybe Travis wanted something.”
She said: “Well, listen…you come over here, kid. I wanta talk to you. Get yourself a cab and come right over.”
Berg said: “Yeah? Maybe you got some sort of message for me from Travis?” Always in his heart he had been a little afraid of Lauren. Berg, who could be so ruthless, so merciless, with men, had a peculiar diffidence where women were concerned.
She laughed. When he heard the rich soft notes of her laughter he liked the sound.
She said: “Look, you wouldn’t think I was gonna eat you or something, would you? Maybe I have got a message from Travis—something I can’t shout abou
