Greenhouse Summer Page 34
“Don’t you, Monique? If the Marenkos would sacrifice Siberia the Golden if they knew it was the right thing to do, would it really make us pure as the returning snow to turn up our righteous noses at a little necessary wetwork?”
Eric took aim at the indifferent head of John Sri Davinda.
“Well . . . it’s . . . it’s not as if I’m the Virgin Mary, is it, Eric?” said Monique.
She bit down on her lower lip. She went to Eric’s side. She put her left arm around his waist. She raised her pistol and took aim.
“Deep breath . . . ?” she said in a tremulous voice. “Hold it. . . ?” And inhaled.
“Squeeze, don’t pull,” Eric said gently. “On the count of three . . . one . . . two . . .”