`` does that mean this is mine ? '' i pulled away and looked over at the body chute 's door . he searched carefully in the lining of his white coat and found the fuse . why 'd he have to bring that up ? why would she do something like that ? '' i could n't do anything else ; i did n't trust my tongue as a knot of nerves squeezed its way through my gut . seems to me i got gas money and about twenty hours of boat time tied into this here conversation . 