 had been carried away by my rugged physique and my mildly scrambled features, and was now carrying me off to a tryst among the pines, or maybe the maples. It was too easy an explanation, and it didn't include the gun. We're going someplace, or just cruising? I'm trying to find words, the best way to tell you. I've been a confidential investigator for quite a while. You don't have to find the best way.