Corso sipped his coffee. “Don’t play with your food,” he said. “Didn’t I ask for my eggs scrambled soft? You heard me ask her, didn’t you?” She jabbed at the eggs. “These things are hard as a brick.” “So…was it?” “Was it what?” Corso leered and held his hands two feet apart. Then three. She laughed. “Bigger,” she said, dropping the fork onto the plate. “Actually, we walked down to the park. They’ve got a winter carnival kind of thing going on. You know, ice-skating, rides, all that kind of thing. We rode the Ferris wheel.” “Sounds positively bucolic.” “He’s a really sweet guy. An MIT grad.” “Lordy be.” She dabbed at her lips with a paper napkin and then dropped it onto the eggs. “We gotta get out of here, Corso. We’ve done what we can with this thing. This place is starting to drive me crazy. Reminds me of where I grew up in Iowa.” “Midnight tonight,” Corso said, “the grand jury’s term expires. After that I can rent a car on my own credit cards without having those two cowboys show up and haul my ass off to Texas.”
