He stepped outside and explained his key theory to a woman who was smoking in front of the garage. She was thin with large dark eyes and a high-strung manner. "I'm more of an all-terrain guy. Take it slow; keep going until your hat floats."
"I got the other woman key," she said in a surprising husky voice. "I go in a straight line and turn around and no one's there. After awhile, I do it again in a different direction."
"Shit," Oliver said sympathetically.
"It has its moments," she said, flicking ash from the end of her cigarette.
"What's your name?"
"Marguerite."
"I'm Oliver."
"I know."
"You do? How?"
"Everyone does. You're the short one who married Jennifer and saved her from Rupert. Cute kid, by the way."