‘The guys who came after us at Galveston were even more hapless than those losers in New York,’ Jules continued, still taking in the vista. ‘We were on our guard, as you’d imagine. Even though we weren’t really expecting anything to happen down there. Seattle and Texas are different worlds, and Cesky is very much a Kipper man.

‘Anyway, these blaggers, ex-military both of them, fronted us in a bar. We were just playing pool, and they came in and laid down some coins, reserving the table. The Rhino got talking to them, as he does, the friendly fucking pachyderm.’ She smiled again, as if thinking well of him might speed his mending. ‘Then, after a few minutes, one of them insists on buying him a drink, on the basis that his old man had been in the Coast Guard, just like Rhino, and he makes a point of buying a round for every old salt he meets. Problem was, though, this bloke’d already had a few himself, as had his skeevy mate, and neither the Rhino nor I had ever mentioned anything about him being in the Coast Guard.’

Jules turned away from the window now, propping herself up against the sill and folding her arms to steady her hands.

‘We couldn’t get rid of them. “Farts in a telephone booth” doesn’t even begin to describe their stickiness. The bar closed, and they insisted on coming with us, their new best friends and all, for one more drink. They knew a place, naturally. We thought, fuck that for a game of tiddlywinks, and invited them back to where we were staying. It was isolated, well away from the militia’s usual patrol routes. God, Shah, it makes me sick just remembering it – we knew these cheeky fuckers were going to try it on, probably as soon as we were out of public view. But better on our ground than theirs.’

He nodded to indicate she should keep going. ‘I assume you did not give them the chance to try it on, then?’

‘Once upon a time, maybe. I can remember the days when I didn’t assume every stranger I met was trying to slot me. But no, we didn’t give them a chance. I walked into the apartment first, gave them a bit of arse wiggle to think about. The Rhino mustered them in from behind. The door wasn’t even closed before he kicked out the knee of the bloke just in front of him. Smashed him in the head with a bourbon bottle as he went down. His mate was reaching for a gun, but not quickly enough. I head-tapped him twice with the .22 I had ready in my purse. Two in the noggin.’

‘And you are certain they were contract killers?’