Chapter 11
It was not fear nor shame that made the eyes of Jacqueline so
wide as she stared past Pierre toward the door. He glanced across
his shoulder, and blocking the entrance to the room, literally
filling the doorway, was the bulk of Jim Boone.
"Seems as if I was sort of steppin' in on a little family
party," he said. "I'm sure glad you two got acquainted so quick.
Jack, how did you and—What the hell's your name, lad?"
"He tricked me, dad, or he would never have got the g*n away
from me. This—this Pierre—this beast—he got me to talk of Hal. Then
he stole—"
"The point," said Jim Boone coldly, "is that he got the
gun. Run along, Jack. You ain't so growed up as I was thinkin'. Or
hold on—maybe you're more grown up. Which is it? Are you
turnin' into a woman, Jack?"
She whir
