Never Say Never Again. Tori Carrington

him wasn’t helping her. The neck of her blouse seemed abruptly too tight, her skirt too short, the beat of her pulse far too rapid. She turned around and made herself busy. “You’re talking about the Robbins murder.”

      “Yes.”

      She thrust her own hands into the sink as if the glass and fork in it were the remainders of a feast. “What exactly did you have in mind?”