“A summer estate in the Hamptons and a three-bedroom apartment on the Upper West Side. You’ve looked out for yourself pretty damned well, Agent.”
“I, like you, Mr. Man in the Yellow Hat, am an explorer and a survivor.”
“You’re also an opportunist who’s about to marry a total jerk.”
“Look who’s talking, grave robber.”
“I don’t rob graves. I unearth ancient antiquities for the purposes of study and on-site research for my novels.”
“Dangerous work if you can get it.”
“And this isn’t? What if the gynie were to find out about us? He might come after me with a pair of stirrups.” On instinct, I find myself sitting up. “You smell smoke?”
I look down at her. She’s making a Samantha Bewitched gesture with the nostrils on her pretty little nose that tells me she also smells something she shoul
