A quirky guy but very logical. A good improviser. If one logical plan doesn't develop the way he wants it to, he thinks up an alternative just as good or better. And ... Lisa dear, just what the hell good are you to him? The end of usefulness. He knows there's a chance you'll make new friends who'll hear about how you died and get very upset about it and might run into you in an air terminal somewhere a year from now. All you are is a big risk, and an unnecessary risk." "Shut up!" "Think about it." "I am thinking about it." "It wouldn't be my style, but I have to admire it in a way. It ties up the loose ends. No way out for Harry. Or you." She found her drink had been kicked over. "Ready for another?" "Not yet, thanks." "Want to come in?" "I'll stay here awhile." "Be back soon, dear." Fourteen TOUGH LISA DISSAT was not gone for more than ten minutes, it was full night when she came back a velvet beach under a brilliance of stars. There were lights behind us from the Spice Island Inn cottages.
