“I could help her out, at least I could give her a comfortable life. And I’m not actually repulsive to her.” He did break off now decisively, laughed, a short sound. “Kew Brent bares his heart. Forgive and forget. I’m shaky tonight.”
He turned the car toward the ocean front and it occurred to her. She clutched his arm. “Kew!”
He swerved almost onto the curb. She was frightened at his lack of nerves, frightened and without understanding. She said, “I’m sorry if I startled you. I just wanted to ask you something.”
He drove slowly. “Yes?”
“Kew, you said that Kathie was important because she could get information from Walker. If Con already has that information, isn’t he more important?”
They were in sight of the cottage. He slowed the car to a crawl that his answer might be spoken before
