"That I was going to try and save Cripp's life. That I had finally come to my senses, I guess."
"All you have to do to save Cripp's life is nothing. I was told by someone on Lantrel's staff that you hadn't applied for Cripp's death."
"Another part of the cell," McLeod mused. "Just how extensive is it?"
"I wouldn't know," Tracy told him coolly. "Anyway, you said Overman knows."
"He does. I don't."
The Apache strippers had leaped from the stage and now were cavorting acrobatically about the dance floor. A single red spot followed them as they pounced after each other, working their way toward the rows of tables and then among them. McLeod heard quick, eager breathing in the shadowy audience.
"I never knew they came off the stage," Tracy said.
McLeod winked at her. "Maybe one of these days they'll want audience participation."
"Very funny. If you're telling us the truth, Darius, what are you going to do?"