Gabby shook her head and smiled.
Aimee examined the smile and tried to answer it. "Look at you. Up there on Cloud Nine, ain't you?"
"Yes."
"Well, fall easy."
"Were you hurt when you fell?"
"Me? I never was up." Aimee laughed and covered her mouth. "Strictly the subway type."
"Listen, Aimee," Lennox smiled painfully. "I'd like to sit here yakking it up, but I'm in a jam and I need help."
"You're our last hope," Gabby added.
"Me? No." Aimee looked from one to the other and the archness peeled away from her malice. "Don't tell me a big-shot which can afford two names and two girls needs help."
"I do," Lennox said. "Look, we met here Saturday night. What time was it?"