Chapter Nine
They met the next evening as agreed. Gorilla was wearing his usual evening suit: black with a black shirt, open-necked. He sat at a corner table, nursing his glass of local bourbon and occasionally glancing at the couples dancing to the Cajun band. In truth, he wasn't sure that she would show up. To his cynical mind, he half expected her to blow out of town and get on with tracking the Chinese killer on her own.
So it wasn't an unpleasant surprise when, five minutes later, he looked up and saw her walking towards his table. But Eunice… oh my, she was dressed to kill, he thought. Her hair was tied back in a pony-tail and she was wearing a simple green cotton dress. A deep leather purse was slung casually over her shoulder. She stopped and rested a hand on her hip as she looke
