Regina
I was mindful of the fact that we were sitting in the back of a taxi cab, and instead of answering Jeff’s question, I turned to gaze out my own window, which was as close as I could come to turning my back on Jeff. If I had opened my mouth, the taxi driver would have gotten a lot more than he bargained for when he picked up two well-dressed people from the curb.
I reminded myself that Jeff had practically been a saint in the face of Skrill’s drunken attempts to bait us. He’d shown remarkable and commendable restraint. And despite the fact that I could be as hot-tempered as he was sometimes, I bit down on the inside of my cheek and forced myself to remain silent until the car pulled up in front of the twin lion statues of the Remmington Hotel.
I stepped out, and then turned back
