Chapter Thirty:
The doctor slipped the cooler from Rudd’s knee. “Well what are you thinking?”
Rudd remembered the telephone conversation. The words: “I’ve been collecting a little too close to home” drifted back and he wondered if he would be sick to his stomach. “What was her name?”
The doctor turned to plug in the cooler. “Which one? The glasses case?”
“No. The one in the box, damn it.”
The doctor returned to the table and peered down at the Red Lacewing, a faraway look of longing. “Erin. Does it make a difference to you?”
“Sounds Irish,” Rudd said. “Was she pretty at least?”
“Very. Until I started cutting her. So can you do it?”
“Christ. You want me to stuff her t**s?”
“No– no. Just tan the skin. I can get them out of the country and into China. No problem.”
“China?”
“Well ye
