Nick pulled Craig's hands out from under him, then brought his wrists together at the small of his back. Craig uttered a pained grunt and shut up. He drove a short, hard kick into Craig's ribs. Then Nick did something that shocked all of them, even those who had seen the Englishman twist Craig's nose like the handle of a bathtub faucet. 'It turned out all right, Dinah.' Then she looked out at the empty terminal and her own words mocked her. But sometimes you found yourself in one of those tiresome situations where the truth could no longer be avoided, and Laurel reckoned the truth to be this: she had chosen Darren Crosby because his pictures and letters had told her he wasn't much different from the placid boys and men she had been dating ever since she was fifteen or so, boys and men who would learn quickly to wipe their feet on the mat before they came in on rainy nights, boys and men who would grab a towel and help with the dishes without being asked, boys and men who would let you go if you told them to do it in a sharp enough tone of voice. She had boarded Flight 29 telling herself that this was her great adventure, her one extravagant tango with romance - an impulsive transcontinental dash into the arms of the tall, dark stranger.
'Do you have to be so rough?' Laurel asked sharply.ĭon returned with a red-and-white-checked tablecloth in each fist. Bob Jenkins stepped away from him the moment he began to move, even though the revolver was now safely tucked into the waistband of Brian Engle's pants, and Laurel did the same, pulling Dinah with her. Craig groaned and waved his hands feebly.
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