A Trap?
THE NIGHT air was humidly warm, but the temperature sunk as the minutes passed and the darkness became thicker. They travelled at sixty miles an hour and the breeze felt like a blessing across Eve’s clothed skin. She insisted on having her passenger window open to absorb as much freshness as possible, as well as the noise of the wind lowered the volume of Sam’s blabber.
“I can’t wait to nail this guy!” He was excitedly talking in a stream of consciousness. “We got him all lined up. And you! You, my darling, found a great P-I to do the little dirty work of ours. We get to sit back and sip martinis like proper villains. He won’t even know what got him. Actually, both of them wont. We’ll be sipping champagne somewhere on a remote Caribbean island in a week. No worries except what to
