The Big Killing (31 page)

Silvestri’s eyes, turquoise now, met hers. He didn’t say anything. He needed a shave. There were dark circles under his eyes.

“How could I have been so dumb?” she said. “Why don’t you say something, Silvestri? Don’t just stand there.”

He looked at her, his face thoughtful, then put his hand on the place where her neck and shoulder met. She felt the same strange, soft electric shock when he touched her now that she had felt before in the lobby of her building after he had barged in on her the first time.

“Come on, kid,” he said. “Let’s go home.”