O CHAPTER SEVEN "You're going to do it? After what that bitch did to you?" Robyn was furious as she stormed about her apartment the next day. "You poor, dumb bastard." "Look at it this way, sweetheart," he said with a casualness that she found attractive. "I bag this guy and the sky's the limit for my career. This guy's big time bad, baby." "I smell something; something's just not right. And that Thorpe woman!" "Woman's intutition doesn't change the fact this filth, Ovierto, is out there cutting people up, dicing guys who work for NASA and that not even the FBI's been able to stop him. Suppose a Chicago cop did the job for them? How's that going to look on Thorpe's record, huh?" "Is that your plan? Embarrass her? Burn her?" He raised his shoulders. "Why not." "You're playing with fire, Joe. That woman is a forest fire." "Come on, Robyn, I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself." "Think so, Joe? She's capable of using you, Joe. You should know that by now." He put both hands on his head, nursing a hangover, saying nothing.
