"Sure, I’ll kill her—if the price is right!”

She was a lush, no good to anyone, a million bucks' worth of body and booze and bygone husband. And all she wanted to know was . . .
 
"You, baby—you want to light a fire?" 
Maybe he did, to burn out the memory of the last woman he had loved . . . He still saw her in his nightmares, a gasoline-drenched, flame-charred victim of hate. But this time he meant to take no chances. This time he had an answer . . .

"If anybody burns, it won’t be me!’’