Bill Pronzini - Undercurrent

She squeezed her eyes shut and opened them again and went on in her empty voice, "He went back to his car and got one of the company letter openers that he kept to give away to customers, and came back and waited until I left the cottage, hiding out there, and when I was gone he knocked on the glass and Walt thought… he thought it was me coming back for something and opened the door and Keith shoved him inside and stabbed him before he could cry out… stabbed him… and Walt's blood was on his hands and he went into the bathroom to wash it off and saw the glass I had used when Walt and I had a drink and put that into his pocket because it had my lipstick on it, and then he emptied the ashtray I had used into the toilet, and the whole time he was doing those things Walt was lying on the floor, dying, but Keith said he thought Walt was dead already or he would have finished the job… he would have finished…"

Her shoulders began to tremble violently and her body jerked as if she were undergoing convulsions. The tears began to flow, thick and glistening, further mingling with the mascara and the eyeshadow to stain her cheeks in grotesque, tragic-clown colors; she knuckled her eyes in a pathetic little-girl gesture and then took her hands down and pressed them hard against her stomach.

"I think I'm going to be sick," she said.

"I'll take you to the bathroom," Quartermain said, and he stood up and reached out a hand to her.

I felt as if I were suffocating. I turned and went around the other couch, not looking at what was left of Keith Tarrant, and stepped out through the open glass door onto the balcony. Leaning forward against the railing, breathing deeply, I thought about Judith Paige and how I would have to talk to her and how she would react to the knowledge of what her husband had been, the evil of him and what he had precipitated in the quiet, make-believe hamlet of Cypress Bay. And when the thought became too painful, I stopped thinking at all and looked across the canyon at the dark, shimmering meadow stretching from the ravine wall toward the horizon, and at the chaparral and pine that took over and leaned up to touch the star-spattered velvet of the sky, and felt the cool breath of a spring night blowing against my face.

And shuddered, because it was filled with the smell of blood.