"Maybe," I said. "But I'm a big girl."
"These people are extremely dangerous and, as you can see, can strike anywhere."
"You caught the 'big girl' part, right?"
"It's going to take more than being a big girl, Samantha. It's going to take an army, I'm afraid."
"Call me Sam. And there's very little that I fear."
He squinted, studying me, and as he did so his perfect bald head caught some of the setting sun. There's beauty everywhere, I thought, even in baldness.
"You're really not afraid, are you?" he asked.
"Nope."
"You should be."
"I'm afraid of a lot of things, but men with big guns aren't one of them. My kids' math homework, well, that's another story."
He grinned.
"Fine," he said. "But don't say I didn't warn you."
"Duly noted."
He looked at me some more. He didn't know what to do with his empty hand. It opened and closed randomly. No doubt he was used to holding his wife's hand. Now, I suspected, her hand had been replaced by a crystal tumbler of the hard stuff.
"She was going to testify against Jerry Blum."