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tan。 Besides； though blond and fair…skinned； she had a tanning geno that insured against a burn as long as she didn't indulge in marathon sunbathing。
After a while； when she got up to readjust the lounger so she could lie on her stomach； she saw Jim Ironheart standing on the patio； just outside the sliding glass door of his family room。 He was in rumpled slacks and a wrinkled T…shirt； unshaven。 His hair was lank and oily。 He didn't look well。
He was about fifteen feet away； so his voice carried easily to her。
〃What do you think you're doing？〃 〃Bronzing up a little。〃
〃Please leave； Miss Thorne。〃
〃I need to talk to you。〃
〃We have nothing to talk about。〃
〃Hah！〃 He went back inside and slid the door shut。 She heard the latch click。
After lying on her stomach for almost an hour； dozing instead of reading； she decided she'd had enough sun。 Besides； at three…thirty in the afternoon； the best tanning rays were past。
She moved the lounger； cooler； and the rest of her paraphernalia onto the shaded patio。 She opened a second diet soda and picked up the MacDonald novel again。
At four o'clock she heard the family…room door sliding open again。
His footsteps approached and stopped behind her。 He stood there for a while； evidently looking down at her。 Neither of them spoke； and she pretended to keep reading。
His continued silence was eerie。 She began to think about his dark side …the eight shotgun rounds he had pumped into Norman Rink in Atlanta； for one thing…and she grew increasingly nervous until she decided that he was trying to spook her。
When Holly picked up her can of soda from the top of the cooler； took a sip； sighed with pleasure at the taste； and put the can down again all without letting her hand tremble even once； Ironheart at last came around the lounge chair and stood where she could see him。 He was still slovenly and unshaven。 Dark circles ringed his eyes。 He had an unhealthy pallor。
〃What do you want from me？〃 he asked。
〃That'll take a while to explain。〃
〃I don't have a while。〃
〃How long do you have？〃 〃One minute；〃 he said。
She hesitated； then shook her head。 〃Can't do it in a minute。 I'll just wait here till you've got more time。〃
He stared at her intimidatingly。
She found her place in the novel。
He said； 〃I could call the police； have you put off my property。〃
〃Why don't you do that？〃 she said。
He stood there a few seconds longer； impatient and uncertain； then reentered the house。 Slid the door shut。 Locked it。
〃Don't take forever；〃 Holly muttered。 〃In about another hour； I'm gonna have to use your bathroom。〃
Around her； two hummingbirds drew nectar from the flowers； the shadows lengthened； and exploding bubbles made hollow ticking sounds inside her open can of soda。
Down in Florida； there were also hummingbirds and cool shadows； icy bottles of Dos Equis instead of diet cola； and Travis McGee was getting into deeper trouble by the paragraph。
Her stomach began to grumble。 She had eaten breakfast at the airport in Dubuque； surprised that her appetite had not been suppressed forever by the macabre images burned into her mind at the crash scene。 She had missed lunch； thanks to the stakeout； now she was famished。 Life goes on Fifteen minutes ahead of Holly's bathroom deadline； Ironheart returned。 He had showered and shaved。 He was dressed in a blue boatnec shirt； white cotton slacks； and white canvas Top…Siders。
She was flattered by his desire to make a better appearance。
〃Okay；〃 he said； 〃what do you want？〃 〃I need to use your facilities first。〃
A long…suffering look lengthened his face。 〃Okay； okay； but then we talk； get it over with； and you go。〃
She followed him into the family room； which was adjacent to an open breakfast area； which was adjacent to an open kitchen。 The mismatched furniture appeared to have been purchased on the cheap at a warehouse clearance sale immediately after he had graduated from college and taken his first teaching job。 It was clean but well worn。 Hundreds of paperback books filled free…standing cases。 But there was no artwork of any kind on the walls； and no decor pieces such as vases or bowls or sculptures or potted plants lent warmth to the room。
He showed her the powder room off the main entrance foyer。 No wall paper； white paint。 No designer soaps shaped like rosebuds； just a bar of Ivory。 No colorful or embroidered handtowels； just a roll of Bounty standing on the counter。
As she closed the door； she looked back at him and said； 〃Maybe we could talk over an early supper。 I'm starved。〃
When she finished in the bathroom； she peeked in his living room。
It was decorated…to use the word as loosely as the language police would allow …in a style best described as Early Garage Sale； though it was even more Spartan than the family room。 His house was surprisingly modest for a man who had won six million in the state lottery； but his furniture made the house seem Rockefellerian by parison。
She went out to the kitchen and found him waiting at the round breakfast table。
〃I thought you'd be cooking something；〃 she said； pulling out a chair and sitting opposite him。
He was not amused。 〃What do you want？〃 〃Let me start by telling you what I don 't want；〃 she said。 〃I don't wan to write about you； I've given up reporting； I've had it with journalism Now； you believe that or not； but it's true。 The good work you're doing can only be hampered if you're being hounded by media types； and lives will be lost that you might otherwise save。 I see that now。〃
〃Good。〃
〃And I don't want to blackmail you。 Anyway； judging by the unconscionably lavish style in which you live； I doubt you've got more than eighteen bucks left。〃
He did not smile。 He just stared at her with those gas flame…blue eyes。
She said； 〃I don't want to inhibit your work or promise it in any way。 I don't want to venerate you as the Second ing； marry you； bear your children； or extract from you the meaning of life。 Anyway； only Elvis Presley knows the meaning of life； and he's in a state of suspended animation in an alien vault in a cave on Mars。〃
His face remained as immobile as stone。 He was tough。
〃What I want；〃 Holly said； 〃is to satisfy my curiosity； learn how you do what you do； and why you do it。〃 She hesitated。 She took a deep breath。
Here came the big one： 〃And I want to be part of it all。〃
〃What do you mean？〃 She spoke fast； running sentences together； afraid he would interrupt her before she got it all out； and never give her another chance to explain herself 〃I want to work with you； help you； contribute to your mission； or whatever you call it； however you think of it； I want to save people； at least help you save them。〃
〃There's nothing you could do。〃
〃There must be something；〃 she insisted。
〃You'd only be in the way。〃
〃Listen； I'm intelligent〃 〃So what？〃 〃…well…educated…〃 〃So am I。〃
〃…gutsy…〃 〃But I don't need you。〃
〃…petent； efficient〃 〃Sorry。〃
〃Damn it！〃 she said； more frustrated than angry。 〃Let me be your secretary； even if you don't need one。 Let me be your girl Friday； your good right hand…at least your friend〃 He seemed unmoved b