‘I do know some mean motherfuckers, that’s true.’
Nightingale grinned. ‘I love it when you talk dirty.’
‘Don’t flirt with me, Nightingale,’ she said. ‘I choose this form because, like your cheap suede shoes, I’m comfortable with it. It’s not the real me.’
‘It’s not about the way you look,’ said Nightingale. ‘It’s about what you did. You could have had a sniper blow me away or have a bomb put under my car, but you didn’t. You gave me a fighting chance.’
Proserpine shrugged. ‘I wouldn’t read too much into that if I were you,’ she said.
‘You could have sent killers who wouldn’t have given me a chance. They could have killed people close to me. Collateral damage. But you didn’t do that, did you? You sent people you knew I could beat.’
‘You’re reading too much into it, Nightingale.’
Nightingale shook his head. ‘I don’t think so,’ he said. ‘But, whatever the reason, you went easy on me and I just wanted to say thank you.’
‘With perfume and a rose?’
‘I had absolutely no idea what else to get you,’ he said. ‘Okay. That’s all I wanted to say. You can go now, and I promise not to bother you again.’ He flicked the lighter.
‘You know that cigarette smoke is an impurity,’ she said. ‘It’ll weaken the protective circle.’
Nightingale flicked his lighter again, lit the cigarette and then blew a cloud of smoke into the air. ‘You know what, honey?’ he said. ‘I trust you.’
‘I’m not sure that’s a good idea,’ she said.
Nightingale shrugged. ‘I’ll risk it.’
‘Up to you,’ she said. ‘But I have to say that you’re being a little presumptuous.’
Nightingale frowned as he blew smoke. ‘Why?’
‘I answered three questions for you.’
‘And you sent three killers. Chance, Katherine Whelan and the arsonist.’
Proserpine smiled. ‘Whelan was nothing to do with me,’ she said. ‘She had her own agenda. The other two were mine, though.’
Nightingale’s cigarette froze on the way to his lips. ‘So there’s still another killer out there?’ he said.
Proserpine smiled and blew him a kiss. ‘Be lucky,’ she said, then turned and walked away.
Time folded in on itself and she and the dog vanished.
Nightingale took a long pull on his cigarette and let the smoke escape slowly from between his lips. ‘That didn’t go quite as well as I’d hoped,’ he said. He flicked ash onto the floor and stepped out of the circle.