She actually nestled a little closer as she said, “Maybe tomorrow you can teach me how to kill a man with a telephone cord.” “A telephone cord?” He forgot to bite back his laugh. “Yeah. You could do that, right?” He didn’t even have to think about it. “Of course, but—” “And an ink pen. Or a shrimp fork. Do you think we can sneak one out of the dining room to—” “No.” “Okay. Regular fork it is. Maybe a hand towel? Can you kill a man with a hand—”
