Her hair was coiled up, and she was wearing a light morning blouse.
She glided to her knees and coiled her arms about his waist, looking up at him.
It coiled about her head in silken strands of dark richness.
It was the invisible garment that had coiled itself about him.
It was motionless—lifeless, almost—like the coiled body that held it.
He had killed with the butt ...