Death in the Saddle, Ch 13

Bruxton tilted back in his chair, propped his feet on top of an open desk drawer and grunted into the intercom, “Ms. Ouvray, come in here.”

Entering tentatively, with a steno pad held like a shield of armor, Bonnie Ouvray, hesitated at the door. “Don’t stand over there. Come in.” Bruxton pointed to a chair on the other side of his desk. “After we finish here, I’d like you to accompany me to another meeting at the Springs Hotel this afternoon.” Continue reading “Death in the Saddle, Ch 13”

Death in the Saddle, Ch 3

Before Bruxton could respond, the waiter returned, made a half bow, then smiled and asked if he could take their entrée orders. They both ordered, then Bruxton shoved his empty martini glass at him. “Hit me again.” With elbows on the table, he leaned forward, his beady eyes penetrating Mary’s. “All right, what other sorry ass news do you have?” Continue reading “Death in the Saddle, Ch 3”