"Son of a bitch," Miles said out loud. "Son of a bitch."
"What's going on? Miles?" Perky followed him back to the couch in front of the TV and sat close with her arm around him. She was still crying softly.
"It's gonna start. That's amazing." He blankly stared forward.
"What's gonna start? Miles, did you kill someone?"
"Oh, no!" He turned to her in sincerity. "That bastard Homosoto did. Jesus, I can't believe it."
"What are you involved in? I thought you were a consultant."
"I was. Tomorrow I will be a very rich retired consultant." He pulled her hands into his and spoke warmly. "Listen, it's better that your don't know what's going on, much better. But I promise you, I promise you, that Homosoto is behind it, not me. I couldn't ever kill anyone. You need to believe that."
"Miles, I do, but you seem to know more than . . ."
"I do, and I can't say anything. Trust me," he said as he brought her close to him. "This will all work out for the best. I promise you. Look at me," he said and pulled up her chin so she gazed directly into his eyes. "I have a lot invested in you, and this project. More than you could ever know, and now that it is nearly over, I can put more time into you. After all, you bear some of the responsibility." Miles' loving attitude was a contradiction from his usual self centered pre-occupation.
"Me?" She asked.