Everything he had ever read about flying blondes had appeared either in
comic books or the same tabloids that reported things like Elvis and Jesus
sightings, and not one of those rags had ever printed a picture of a flying
blonde that hadn't been fairly obviously altered.
In one case the original picture had been from a fashion shoot in the late
fifties and the model -- now in her eighties -- had sued and won a few thousand
bucks in court.
Cade decided that he now found the subject of flying blondes considerably
more interesting and resolved to look into the matter as time permitted.
Lt. Bain arrived, checked in with Avery, and headed for Cade's table. Cade
stood up as she approached and waved at Manuel as he asked Bain how she liked
her coffee.
Smoothing her skirt and hitching the back of her jacket clear as she sat
down, she responded instantly, "Two sugars, please. How do you feel about what
happened, Mr. Cade? About... about what you had to do, I mean?"
'About what he'd had to do'? Couldn't she say the words 'about shooting
people'?
"Next question, please," said Cade. "Manuel, put two sugars in hers, okay?"
Manuel nodded.
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