I was jus' funning you," Annie said as she reset the stove doors the way she wanted them. "This here was a good idea, but this shack don't have two bo...rds that meet all the way up. In that wind the other night, I thought my bed was going to go flying and my poor bum would freeze." Not much I can do about that. Tim McNish ever come to visit you? Boy's a good carpenter." You know I'm not going to tell you who comes to my bed. That's my business, but I think I am going to have to go down to. Oh, thank you. I finished my drink, dropped a twenty on the table and headed up to my room. I got into the elevator and pressed the button to go up to my floor. All the while I kept thinking about that guy at the bar. He was so handsome. And his voice was full of lust and passion. If I had been here for a different reason, I mightve gone for him. I got out and started down the hallway. I got about four steps down the hall when I heard footsteps behind me. I looked around but nobody was there. I. “I was not honestly looking to have him end up dead, but he pulled a gun on us, and then George seized it, and he went running fast but not well. We didn’t even really chase him; George just barely saw it happen.”“Why should I believe you?”“Think about it,” John replied, “If I had been involved in his death, I would have taken care of the body, and then we all would have denied ever seeing him, obviously.”“That’s probably true, I guess,” Justin said.“Anyway,” John continued, “Jill wants to see. The three of them monopolized the conversation with Bea doing most of the talking. She was a beautiful woman in her mid forties, dressed fashionably with fancy jewelry. By her appearance I would have taken her for the wife of a politician or a business executive. In fact, she wore a large diamond on her ring finger. But when she spoke, bawdy tones emerged from her gorgeous lips. Her laugh was course and loud. There was no question how Mollie and Laura knew Bea Cummins. They were from the same.