"What about me? I'm filing for the WP today."
"Then you'd better come with me. I'm going to have a look at this burning church. Might be good color stuff."
"I don' wanna look," she said. "Gives me hives. Besides, I know all about it anyway."
Hall put his arm through Margaret's. "Let's you and me look, then," he said.
"Don't go!" the Marques cried. "You're both dressed too well. They'll kill you."
"I'd better not go with you, Matt."
"But I insist. I'm going and you're coming with me."
They watched de Runa stiffen. "Now don't be a child," she said. "Hall will bring me back intact."
"Don't go," the Marques said.
Hall freed his hands. For a moment he thought he would have to use them on the Marques. Then Margaret tugged his arm. "Let's go if we're going," she said. "You wait right here for me with Giselle, Freddie. I'll meet you here in half an hour."