“Look, Miss Kelley, you want answers, and I want an extraordinary death. We can help each other. For every extraordinary death you suggest for me to consider, I’ll answer three questions you have about my life. Any three of those questions you have there in your notebook, or ones you think up on the way. Blunt or mild or boring. No question is off-limits. And I promise I will always be truthful.” Subtly she pulled her hands to the middle of her belly and pressed in on the pesky ache. “What do you say? Three stories for a suggestion. Sounds like quite an offer, if I do say so myself.”
