 It was Eugene Murray and clenched in his hand was a tatted white envelope, nothing more. I held my .38 in close to my side and edged up behind him. Now, Murray, I don't have that much. You're going to pay her that. I don't know. I know because we worked the deal out together. Only she got greedy, tried to double-cross me and pull it alone. So you killed her? Yes, I didn't intend to, but...