"I'll leave you to talk." She left with the basin and facecloth.

"I heard you wanted to talk to me," Marilyn said.

"I'm dying, kid," Bo rasped, "about fucking time too."

Marilyn laughed and sat beside him.

"Trust you to be cantankerous to the end."

"It's who I am. No need to change it now. I didn't want have you come and weep all over me. I wanted to warn you."

"About what? You've told me the dangers of the business enough."

"Not just that." ...