‘You’l have to stay here until you’re better,’ she said, sit ing in the armchair. ‘You won’t get far with that wound.’
‘What about you?’ he said, opening his eyes and staring at her. ‘The longer I’m here the bigger risk you’re running. Suppose that fat guy comes back?’
She shook her head.
‘He won’t. I know Toni. He won’t come here again. I’m out al day. It’s only the nights. I don’t care.’
‘You’ve got to have the bed,’ Baird said, a little surprised he was thinking more of her than himself.
‘I’l lie on the floor.’
‘Oh, shut up!’ she said crossly. ‘Go to sleep and don’t talk so much.’ She pul ed another chair forward and put up her feet. ‘I’m al right here.’
‘Suit yourself,’ he said, shrugging. ‘I’l be okay by tomorrow.’
She reached out and turned off the light.
‘Go to sleep,’ she said.