a bright blast of flame shot out of the rear of the huge missiles , as they picked up speed and flew off into the bright blue morning sky . i could n't concentrate on writing , and alexander needed a break from painting . he took the drink orders and went off to the bar . dead at the scene , according to the police . he 'd be good company for her . `` listen , '' i say , more gently this time . a brief grin turned up his lips . 