it had nothing to do with the lowering sun . `` i was never really a writer , '' she finally said . she grabbed her purse and car keys , then headed for the front door . it was so terrible that it happened that way , just after they were gone . if you wanted something done right , you had to do it yourself , especially when it involved murder . sonny 's voice was silky , his face dangerous . she could feel the sweat running down the corner of her face . 