“Going somewhere, honey?” I asked.
She opened her mouth but no sound came out. She closed it, swallowed, and tried again. “You—you’re not supposed to be here,” she said.
“I know. But I’ve never really liked swimming in the ocean.”
“Eddie and Jim?”
“I’m afraid they had a slight accident. Slight, but fatal. Sit down, honey. You don’t look as if you feel well. You carrying a g*n?”
She nodded and sank down on the couch. “In my bag.” I walked over to her bag on the coffee table. I opened it with one hand and reached inside. I pulled out a .32 with a two-inch barrel. I broke it open and ejected the shells. Then I put it back. I put away my own g*n and went to the door to get the two bottles. I closed the door and walked across to where she was sitting. I put the bottles down.
“Pour yoursel
