“A loud pop startled her and she jumped. Handish had clapped a mosquito between his big hands. He wiped a spot of blood off onto his trousers. Those paws looked as if they could crush a human skull, let alone a windpipe. Quinn wasn’t afraid. She kept a loaded derringer in her desk drawaer and had no compunction about using it if need be. Still and all, she wouldn’t mind seeing Garnick drift back to the office.
Handish said, “You need to put cheesecloth over those windows.”
“I’ll mention it to Mr. Garnick. Would you like a fan?”