Monty lifted his head from between Paula’s parted legs. He gauged the level of ecstasy in her glazed-over eyes, decided he could do better, and began to use his teeth. Her back began to arch, and she grabbed his head roughly with her hands, pushed his face deeper into her. She cried out, and Monty knew that he had succeeded.
Later, he lit a cigarette for each of them and put the ashtray on his chest for her to use.
“Adam asked me to talk to you about Leo.”
“Leo’s harmless. I’m just giving the dog a bone.”
“Adam seems nervous.”
“You want Leo gone? He’s gone. Believe me, I have him on a very short leash. I was just letting him play lawyer, for old times’ sake. You have no idea how embarrassing it is to see him groveling. Pathetic.”
“No, let him play. I don’t care.”
“You don’t?”
“No. Adam’s not acting right. He’s changed somehow. Frankly, I’d like to know what he’s been up to. I mean, I don’t think he had anything to do with Rachel’s death, but I would be very interested to know what kind of trash Leo can dig up. I wouldn’t mind knowing for myself who he was with that weekend.”
“Your wish is my command.”