Free Like A Hole In The Head by James Hadley Chase

more cigarettes and drunk one more beer, I saw Lucy come into sight around the shooting gallery. She headed towards me, half running, half walking, still holding her sandals in her hand.
    She was alone.
    I forced myself to sit still.
    Why alone?
         I waited. She came up a little breathlessly. I could tell by her expression she was scared.
         "Hi !" I put down my glass and looked at her. I gave her the look I reserve strictly for goons. "Did you have a nice paddle?"
         She flinched, but she held her ground.
         "There was nothing else to do." I could see she was desperately anxious to explain it all to me. "When you left, he couldn't even hold the rifle. You frightened the wits out of him."
         "Is that right?" I was ready to explode. "What's with this boneless creep? Is he weak in the head or something?"
         "You frighten him, Jay."
         "You think so?" I sat forward, the blood rising to my face. "Not half as badly as I intend to frighten him if he goes on acting like a goddam prima donna! Where is he?"
         "I told him to stay on the beach until I had talked to you."
         "What's he doing . . . paddling? You realise he should be shooting, don't you? You realise if he doesn't learn to shoot fast we don't get the money? You do realise that, don't you?"
         She looked directly at me.
         "It's because I do realise it and I do realise how much this means to you that I'm trying to help."
         "You think it's helping to take this goof for a paddle?"
    "You wound him up . . . I was unwinding him."
         "What do you mean . . . I wound him up?" My voice was a bark. "I couldn't have been nicer to the creep! I left him alone with you just so long as he would shoot. So what happens? You take him paddling!"
         "You don't seem to realise, Jay, that you frighten people."
         "Now you're going to tell me I frighten you too, aren't you?"
         She nodded. Her hands turned into fists. She looked very young, scared and vulnerable.
         "Yes. Since this happened you've become someone I don't know. Yes, you frighten me."
         I slapped my hands down hard on my knees. The sound made her start.
         "I'm sorry. I don't want to frighten you, but this is important to me. It's important to you. We haven't much time." I looked around for a way to ease the tension. "Have a beer?"
         "Yes, please."
         I got up and went into the bungalow. I got a beer and poured it into a glass. I took the glass out to her. She was sitting, staring across at the shooting gallery. I gave her the glass, then sat down. The tension had eased. I watched her drink. Her hand was unsteady. I waited.
         "You see, Jay . . . he doesn't want to shoot."
         I stared at her.
         "He doesn't want to shoot?"
         "No."
         "That's fine! That's marvellous! I only want to hear that to make this my perfect day!" I flung my half-smoked cigarette on to the sand. "So he doesn't want to shoot? Then what the hell is he doing here? His father said he would co-operate! His father said this goof knew the set-up. Now, you tell him he doesn't want to shoot !"
         "He's frightened of his father."
         I ran my fingers through my hair.
         "But he isn't frightened of you. . . that's something."
         "We are rather alike."
         "You're not ! Don't compare yourself with this goon, Lucy. I don't like it."
         "We think alike, Jay."
         I lit another cigarette. I had to do something, otherwise I would have flipped my lid.
         "I don't think so, but never mind. Let's get this straight. You've talked to him. Would you say he doesn't give a goddam if his old man loses half a million bucks?"
         "He didn't say that."
         "And he also wouldn't give a goddam if we lose fifty thousand bucks?" I leaned forward. Okay, I knew I looked ugly with rage, but who wouldn't flip a