"Such as?" the woman in white asked.
Juanita took a deep breath, and as quickly as she could speak, she began to detail her association with Devillian and the plans to destroy the
Freedom Express
.
But halfway through her story, the woman in white held up her hand. "We already know about this train," she said. "More than you do, in fact. It reached Los Angeles successfully several days ago."
Juanita was stunned, but not as much as when she heard the woman in white's next sentence.
"And the man who tried to stop it arrived here a few days ago."
"Devillian?" Juanita forced herself to ask. "
Here
?"The woman in white nodded again, this time with a marked loss of patience.
"So you actually have very little to offer us," she told Juanita. "I'm sorry."
A panic ran through the Mexican beauty as two of the
mysterious woman's bodyguards turned their guns toward her. "But I know of Hawk Hunter, too!" Juanita yelled out desperately.
The woman in white turned back to her and, after a few
moments of silence, asked, "You do?"
"Yes," Juanita said. "I was 'with' him on two occasions .
. . just in the past two weeks."
The woman in white drew so close to Juanita their breasts touched.
"And you made love with him?" the woman breathed.
"In a way . . . yes," Juanita answered.
The woman in white snapped her fingers, and immediately the two bodyguards lowered their guns.
"And will you tell me about it?" the woman asked, her voice almost panting with excitement. "Will you tell me about Hawk Hunter?"
Sensing her opportunity, Juanita reached out and caressed Elizabeth Sandlake's face lightly.
"Yes," she whispered, her own voice now lowering to a seductive tone. "Let me stay with you and I'll tell you
all
about it. . . ."