I threw a twisted grin at her. “Didn’t you say Byron had your first husband killed? That must have been before you started having his ideas for him. Do I get murdered by another successor in a couple of years?”
She stood very straight and her face lifted haughtily. Without turning, I reached sidewise and picked up the phone. I drew it into my lap and dialed a number.
“Who you phoning?”
I smiled at her. “Hello,” I said. “Put on Lieutenant Hannegan.”
She started toward me, her fingers spread for clawing and lips pulled tautly back from her teeth. I let her get close, stuck my metal foot in her stomach and pushed.
She was sitting on the floor, her pupils dilated like an animal’s, when Hannegan came to the phone.
