Chapter 66

Her hand had been in the pocket of her dress all the while. It suddenly rose. It suddenly rose with a small pistol in it, that is to say. “Yeah, huh,” she replied.

I gulped. “What…what’s with the gun, ma’am? We’re all friends here?” I forced a laugh. “We smoked pot together, remember?”

She shrugged. “Did we? Pot makes you forget, you know. Not forget my sister, though, much as I would’ve liked to. Much as I would’ve liked you to.” The mean smile returned. “Much as I asked you to, Jack.”

She cocked the pistol. And though I usually liked all things cock-related, no, not so much this kind of cocked. I lifted my hand up in protest, then I lowered it. “Bing,” I said.

“What about him?” she asked, the frown still evident.

“He came to see you. I thought it was simply for a reunion. But you two didn’t need to be reunited, did you?”

Dave turned my way. “What does that mean?”