Page 109 of Pleasure Island
“You son of a bitch,” she screamed. “Did you try to hurt my Mila?”
“I had to,” Charles babbled, his hands hovering in front of his face. “You were going to give her the island, and I had to stop you!”
The detective took a slow, deep breath, then stepped forward. “Mr. Gamble, I’m going to advise you against saying anything else until you have an attorney present.”
Charles didn’t even seem to notice, his red, burned face contorted in pain.
“Get the paramedic back in here,” Detective Hodge said, sounding disgusted.
Then he looked at Millie. “I’ll have to ask you to put the coffee pot down, Ms. Thatcher.”
Millie blinked, looking down at the glass carafe she still held.
A second later, it fell down on the carpeted floor, landing with a dullthunk.
