"Why did we go out?" She threw her arms around him. "I knew it was a risk and still—"
"Relax." He kissed her. "We're just headed home after a lovely dinner. And when we get there, maybe we'll ask them in for a nightcap."
"Who do you think it is?"
"This is a friendly town. Why don't we just wait and find out?"
"Right. I'm dying to know who wants to kill us now." She turned to stare again at the headlights. "After all, it's been almost a day and a half since somebody's—"
"Hey, we've had a great evening. Nobody's going to spoil that. This will just top it off." He looked back again, then leaned forward as the driver turned onto the Strand. "Be sure and take us all the way down the driveway."
"Whatever you say." He flipped on his blinker, then checked the mirror. "Seems your friends are coming along."
"That's the idea." Vance passed him a ten-pound note as they rolled to a halt. "Nice job, by the way."
"Anything for a Yank." He checked the bill, then tipped his hat. "Many thanks, gov'nor."
"Michael." Eva froze. "I'm not getting out."