"I—I—" But Hillerman seemed to lose the courage he'd screwed up to continue in this direction.
The frightened Hillerman licked his fat lower lip as he sought for words.
He seemed to be both enjoying Hillerman's discomfort and also listening to Cargill's booming words.
It was as though he surveyed Hillerman from behind the bulwark of some new and hostile information.
Hillerman's thick lips hung lax, his eyes squinted laboriously as he sought to follow the thread of Cargill's lecture.
