"Like hell you will!" she screamed. "You're not leaving me here with a
body to explain."
"But defending your--"
Barbara's scorn was high. "Look, Dusty, ever since we were sighted
off-shore in the Buccaneer I haven't had a shred of virtue and
everybody knows it."
"Trouble is that we can't even run," grumbled Dusty. "This is your
apartment."
Barbara looked down at Scyth. "Damned nuisance," she said.
The damned nuisance groaned. The sound was hollow and weak but it
seemed to ring through the room like the cry of a wailing ghost.