I love that car. I can find a way to pay you back the money." I'm sure you can Christine, but you see, the money is not the real thing that I want. I ...want you. Or rather, Cherie wants you."Cherie wants me? I turned and looked at her. She Was turned slightly towards me and leaning back very comfortably.My mind was racing trying to figure this out. Marco owed this girl money, the same amount I had taken from him. Now he wants me to work for him to pay it back. And this girl wants me? How is this. They sat at the bar, silent but glamorous in an understated sort of a way. I had been slicing some lemons and, after washing my hands, I put a Carlos Gardel CD on the player. It reflected the weather, I thought, and the effect was as if I had turned a switch to ON. The women at the bar looked at each other, and as one they silently stood and moved over to the tiny dance floor. As one they held each other in a very stylised Argentine Tango embrace, their breasts and hips pressed. I continued to meet Wendy frequently as she tended her front garden, as I was on my way out shopping, to golf, to the gym, or for a jog. Our exchanges were always very cordial, more so even than they had been in the past. Our meetings out back were far less frequent however. Her back garden was much less important to her, and at her age, the climb from her back door up to the part of the yard where she could see me, was onerous. And I had plenty of activities to preclude my swanning around,. Evan stepped out into the hall and began to whistle Yankee Doodle again. Reaching for his phone, he dialed 911. It took two tries his fingers were shaking so badly. 2. "You're choking me," Hades said. His belt was looped around his neck and tied to the bed frame. Duct tape bound his hands and feet. "If I was choking you," you wouldn't be able to say that," Lindsay said. She was admiring the top drawer of the boy's dresser, running her fingers along the bottles of pills and liquids. Then she.