“Am I going too fast for you sugar? Watch my lips close. Where would he go?”
Kathie drank some wine. She looked at Hawk the way sparrows are supposed to look at tree snakes. It was a look of fearful fascination
“I don’t know”
“She don’t know,” Hawk said to me. “You do take up with some winners, babe”
“What the hell are you going to do Hawk, keep eliminating the places in the world he wouldn’t go until there’s only one place left?”
“You got a better idea, babe?