Heslip and Ballard said in unison to Giselle, “You okay?”
“He almost tore my hair out by the roots,” she said crossly. And then, remembering that Dan Kearny had been shot, fainted. Both men caught her before she could hit the floor.
As Nicoletti, still dragging counselor Hawkley with him, came up with a pleased look on his face. “I don’t know what happened in there, but it must have been dynamite.”
“A girl happened,” said Heslip. “She is dynamite.”
And he thought of Corinne, and knew there was one who was even more dynamite than Verna, at the same time Ballard thought the same thing about Yana, the gypsy girl.
Nicoletti nodded, still grinning, and slapped the cuffs around the elegant wrists of Wayne Hawkley — until a few moments before, the rich and brilliant counsel for the mob.