Fast Women [antikvár]

ONE The man behind the cluttered desk looked like the devil, and Nell Dysart figured that v^^as par for her course since she'd been going to hell for a year and a half anyv^^ay. Meeting Gabriel McKenna just meant she'd arrived. "Yes, I think you better look into that," he said into the phone with barely disguised impatience, his sharp eyes telegraphing his annoyance. It was rude to talk on the phone in front of her, but he didn't have a secretary to answer the phone for him, and she was a job applicant not a client, and he was a detective not an insurance salesman, so maybe the regular rules of social intercourse didn't apply. "I'll come up on Monday," he said. "No, Trevor, waiting would not be better. I'll talk to all of you at eleven." He sounded as if he were talking to a fractious uncle, not a client. The detective business must be a lot