" This trial of yours tomorrow," he said. "Odds are three to one that Pierce will betray you." "I thought you said he was going to kill me," I said, trying to be flip. A smile lifted his lips. "Odds are eleven percent there. But the bookies don't know that he lo-o-o-o-oves you," he mocked as he put the puff on the end of the toasting fork. "Stay here. Forget it all, and stay here with me. Let me spare you that. "