I stopped two feet from the island, my shoes silent on the thick runner rug.

Valerie spun around, her black shoe squeaking on the tile.

She palmed the gray bottle in one smooth motion and slid her right hand straight into her blazer pocket.

“You startled me, Raymond,” she said, her voice dropping an octave before bouncing right back to its cheery pitch.

“Only looking for a glass of water,” I said, keeping my eye on her right pocket.

She took a glass off the drying rack and turned on the chrome faucet with her left hand.