THOSSE WHO DIE BEFORE THEIR TIME_ Chapter Seven of THE GIRL WITH SILVER EYES

 

"Sooner of later, everyone sits down to a banquet of consequences." 

- Robert Louis Stevenson

In the dim light of the desk lamp, Moira looked like someone seen for the last time.

She dropped the fist full of dollar bills and glared at Lucas accusingly.

They fluttered to the dark carpet in swirls like starlets' broken dreams. Lucas imagined the office of the famous director had seen too many of those.

"There. Satisfied?"

"Takes a lot to satisfy me."

Moira shivered. She looked as if she had given up on civilization and was ready for anything ... or nothing.

If Lucas had been born with feelings, he would have wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

His arm stayed where it was.

Lucas nodded to the carpet. "You've broken three sets of Law ... God's, Man's, and mine."

"You ain't a cop or a priest or God."

"You're not that lucky. God forgives. You betrayed your boss ... and my friend."

As she yelped, Lucas snatched the movie poster off the wall and wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Let's take a trip around the corner."