She rose from the bed and pulled on a robe.
Dont turn on the lights, he said.
There was a man outsidea police agent. What did you do with him?
I took care of him.
And the body?
In the ditch out back.
Oh, nice, Siang. Very nice. Now theyll blame me for that, too. She struck a match and lit a cigarette. By the flames brief glow, he could see her face framed by a tangle of black hair. In the semidarkness she still looked tempting, young and soft and succulent.
The match went out. He asked, What happened at the police station?
She let out a slow breath. The smell of exhaled smoke filled the darkness. They asked about my cousin. They say hes dead. Is that true?
What do they know about me?
Is Winn really dead?
Siang paused. It couldnt be helped.
Chantal laughed. Softly at first, then with wild abandon. She did that, did she? The American bitch? You cannot finish off even a woman? Oh, Siang, you must be slipping!
He felt like hitting her, but he controlled the urge. Chantal was right. He must be slipping.
She began to pace the room, her movements as sure as a cats in the darkness. The police are interested. Very interested. And I saw others thereParty members, I thinkwatching the interrogation. What have you gotten me into, Siang?
He shrugged. Give me a cigarette.
She whirled on him in rage. Get your own cigarettes!
You think I have money to waste on you?
Youll get the money. All you want.
You dont know how much I want.
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