Her baseball cap had fallen off. Annie lay silent and face-down in blood and spilled champagne and fragments of green glass. He looked up at the ceiling and saw the intertinked Ws waltzing drunkenly across the plaster. He tried to draw them up, make them less vulnerable less of a target, and his knee screamed.
"Its the State Police,she said.
"He would not voice to her the unspoken hope at the back of his mind, a hope which seemed to him almost as monstrous as his fears. A look of sincere concentration was good because it flattered them, and when editors were flattered, they would sometimes give in on some of their mad ideas.