There was nothing to be got out of the man. “I’m not a good woman. First-off, he had decided not to tell her what he had found at the bottom of that manila envelope. Being a Chinaman in blood and instinct, he despised all spinsters; they were parasites. He returned to the car, Cokes in hand. She was not squeamish—although the sight of the sergeant’s ominous preparations had severely tried her fortitude—but Kimble’s white face plagued her conscience. Perhaps she was.
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