‘Not exactiy.’ She raised her head and stared at me. ‘You’re bursting to ask questions, aren’t you? Well, go ahead and ask them. I’m through with being smart. I’m pulling out of here. I thought I could handle Joe, but I can’t.’
‘Let’s pull out together.’
She shook her head.
‘Nothing like that. Joe wouldn’t like it, and I can’t afford to get on his wrong side. We’ll wait a while. If he doesn’t come back, you can go.’
‘But suppose he does come back?’ I said and moved cautiously to the edge of my chair. ‘What’ll happen to me?’
She shrugged.
‘He won’t harm you. Joe’s not like that. He’ll keep you here until he’s ready to pull out himself. You don’t have to worry.’ She lifted the gun and pointed it at me. ‘Sit back and relax. You’re staying here until Joe gets back.’
That didn’t worry me a great deal, as I felt pretty certain Joe wouldn’t come back.
‘Just where do you fit in this set-up?’
She give a bitter little smile.