‘Hello, honey, looking for me?’
Then she saw Myra and her face turned to stone.
‘What do you want?’
Her face was familiar. My mind groped back into the pa remembered a night when I’d been in trouble, had come through the skylight into this passage and the blonde had saved me.
‘Remember me? We had a little fun about two years back,’ I said, moving so the light from her room fell on my face. I went out of the window with half the cops in Coral Gables after me.’
She stared, frowned, then her face brightened again.
‘Jeepers! I’d forgotten you. I remember. You spoilt one of my best sheets, sliding out of that window. What are you doing here ? More trouble ?’
‘Could we come in and talk?’
She looked at Myra.
‘She too?’