Tony heaved on the door, yanked it open and hopped into the front seat, right beside Mary, whose stomach was not only churned by his presence, also by the exudates of rum that came from Tony. And she wondered how many of that rum in his hand had gone down his throat just to get him gingered for his revenge on her. With the corner of her eyes she stole a glance at him and thought it wise to let him break the silence after he sighed and gritted.

“We meet again.” His voice was spiky ...