Killing, Rachel says.
There’s a moment’s silence as the men in the bar consider Rachel, and that hard, calm thing in her voice matches the thing that’s in her eyes sometimes, the thing that can make you nervous if you look too close.
Elgin Bern, captain of Blue’s Eden, the best shrimper in Port Mesa, eventually says, What would you kill for, Rachel?
Rachel smiles. She raises her scotch glass so that the fluorescent light over the pool table is reflected and trapped in the ice cubes.
My family, Rachel says. And only my family.
A couple of guys laugh nervously.
Without a second thought, Rachel says. Without a look back.
Without a moment’s pity.