“Even if we had gone through with it they would have guessed it. They always guess it. They guess it anyway, just from habit. Because look how quick that cop knew something was wrong. That’s what makes my blood run cold. Soon as he saw me standing there he knew it. If he could tumble to it all that easy, how much chance would we have had if the Greek had died?”
“I guess I’m not really a hell cat, Frank.”
“I’m telling you.”
“If I was, I wouldn’t have got scared so easy. I was so scared, Frank.”
“I was scared plenty, myself.”
“You know what I wanted when the lights went out? Just you, Frank. I wasn’t any hell cat at all, then. I was just a little girl, afraid of the dark.”
“I was there, wasn’t I?”
“I loved you for it. If it hadn’t been for you, I don’t know what would have happened to us.”
“Pretty good, wasn’t it? About how he slipped?”
“And he believed it.”