"He died." Charlie's death meant she'd never touch another cigarette. His time with her meant she'd never drink again. Renee owed him a hell of a lot, and all she did was drag him through the know while he died. But this wasn't a time for mourning. "'Us?'"

Renee shrugged vaguely. "I know the stories. Don't know where she is now." She nodded out the window. "Days like this, it's fair to assume anyone's dead."