“Okay,” I said. “I promise.”
I held her close, then suddenly I felt her back stiffen. I looked over my shoulder.
Tim’s boat was not more than a mile out to sea. He was coming fast.
2
Davis, Tim and I sat around the table in Tim’s sitting-room, a bottle of Scotch within reach, full glasses in our hands.
Davis had just come in. It was early evening, and Tim and I hadn’t been back long from Key West.
“I’ve been busy,” Davis said, grinning at me, “but before I sound off, how’s the kid?”
“She’s all right,” I said. “They gave her hell in that jail, but she didn’t lie down under it. She’s fine now.”
Davis looked across at Tim, who shrugged.
“Of course, she didn’t want me to come back,” I said, rubbing my jaw, “but she’ll get over that too.”