my eyes scanned the area , looking for her . he shook his head , yawning again . marco had the metabolism of an athlete without actually exercising . `` no , thanks , '' she said and busied herself with finishing up their meal . i laugh louder ; i 'd throw my head back if it was n't pressed against the ground . if it was the killer who oiled it , he didnt miss a detail . but he 'd been a fool to do that . 