This was a new angle.
“I didn’t know about that,” he said thoughtfully. “The deal he offered me was all right, but of course he hasn’t got anything on me... yet,” he added. “What about you?”
This was a new angle.
“He expects to rape me before we start shooting, of course, but he doesn’t need much else. He got me with Jack Groom, because Jack still has my contract.”
“For twenty-five a week?”
“No, a bit more than that now. I don’t know what Jack’s deal is, but I know he hates Byron’s guts.”
“I met Comrade Groom today,” Simon remarked casually. “How do you get on with him?”
The exquisitely drawn green eyes measured him contemplatively, and then they were bright with laughter.
“ ‘The Saint Goes On,’ ” she quoted. “I can see it coming. Now stop being a damn detective, will you? This is your night off. We’re supposed to be having fun and romance, and we’ve hardly stopped being serious for a minute. Dance with me.”
She stood up imperiously, and he had to join her. It wasn’t hard to do. She could change her moods as quickly as light could flicker over the facets of cut crystal, and do it without seeming to leave raw edges or a sense of chill: you were not cut off or left behind, but taken with her.