She locked herself in the bathroom and pulled the weapon from the drawer.

It was a good weapon, smooth and firm in her hand and because it had three settings it was the only weapon she needed for the job. Cool was the fisherman, patient and undemanding and knowing that the volume would come in its own good time. Warm was the impotent male, who brought the volume but only just and would be passed over. Only if you had run at San Fermin were you man enough to use Hot.

Carrajo, she thought. She set it to Hot. She was a novilla but she had four whiskeys in her and she had to learn sometime.