“Slowly, if you please. I have been curious to meet you, Mr. Vincent.”
“And I you.” I turned and faced the woman who had gotten the drop on me. She was dressed in a severe black pantsuit. There was enough moonlight for me to see her clearly; she was beautiful. Although her black hair was threaded with silver, she carried her years well. “If I hadn’t been given false information, I’d have made more of an effort.”
“Are you flirting with me, Mr. Vincent?”
“I don’t flirt.”
“Of course not.”
I cleared my throat. “So you did that to Mrs. Wexler’s face?”
“Yes.”
“With that?” I nodded toward the weapon she’d been pressing against my back. It was one I had never seen, a smooth, hard piece of wood shaped like an elongated dumbbell.
“The kongo? Yes. From what I could learn of her on such short
