"Then I guess you’re here to fill an early Christmas stalking." Skater touched the back of the man's head with the pistol. "I’m going to bet I can put a couple bullets through your head, and your friend will think maybe it’s not so bad to talk to me about Larisa Hartsinger. What do you think? Because you drekking sure won’t be around to check it out." The guy swallowed hard and closed his eyes, then reopened them. "All I know about Larisa Hartsinger is that she’s dead and you were her boyfriend. The woman in there, she was supposed to be one of her friends. Maybe she’d know where you were."