“That one out in the motor court?” the girl asked.
I nodded.
She was looking at me with wide, round eyes. She said, “This girl went out to the motor court with you, and you registered as husband and wife?”
“That’s what the police say.”
“You wanted to get her in there so you—” she said. “You wanted to get her close up and tie a stocking around her neck, and…”
“Shut up, Babe. Pour that gravy out, and rinse out the pan, then put some eggs in. Sure you don’t want any, Lam?”
I shook my head.
“Okay. Just four eggs, Babe.”
“I’m not hungry any more,” the girl said. “I feel sick to my stomach.”
“Get those eggs in the frying pan,” Lowry commanded, moving threateningly towards her.