I stubbed out my cigarette.
“Are you suggesting I should do it?”
This time the meaningless smile did reach her eyes.
“Think what you could do with all that money.”
“I’m thinking, but I haven’t got it yet.”
“Oh, I’d give it to you. I’ll give you a cheque now.”
“You could always stop the cheque when I had done it, couldn’t you? You could shoot me as you shot Sherrill,” I said, and gave her one of my dumb looks.
“When I say a thing I mean it, and when I make a promise I keep it,” she said patiently.
“And besides, you can have me, too.”
“Can I?” I tried not to sound as unenthusiastic as I felt. “That’s fine.” I stood up. “Where is she?”