Jeff jumped out of his chair and started for the door. I stepped in front of him. "Where are you going, Jeff?"
"Up to have a chat with Polly Franklin."
"Then I'm going with you. I won't stay here alone."
"Haila, why don't you go to some seaside resort for a couple of weeks? Lie in the soothing sand, bask in the healing sun . . .?"
"And read in the newspaper how the murderer gave you your lumps? No, thanks. I want to see you get your lumps. Let's go."
(from The Frightened Stiff, by Kelley Roos)