I looked across at Mallon. He held out his hand.
"I'll take that," he said shortly.
I blew out smoke, squinted through it at Mallon. He sat with his hand out, waiting. I looked down at the lighter.
It was a heavy windproof model, with embossed Aerospace wings. I turned it over. Engraved letters read: Lieut. Commander Don G. Banner, USAF. I looked up. Renada sat quietly, holding my pistol trained dead on my belt buckle.
"I'm sorry you saw that," Mallon said. "It could cause misunderstandings."
"Where's Banner?"
"He ... died. I told you—"
"You told me a lot of things, Toby. Some of them might even be true. Did you make him the same offer you've made me?"
Mallon darted a look at Renada. She sat holding the pistol, looking at me distantly, without expression.