Death in the Saddle, Ch 11

In a clinging black silk dress that enhanced every sensuous curve in her body, Lucy Kurtz, stood before the full length bedroom mirror, preening and thinking she resembled the late Audrey Hepburn—or was it Jackie Kennedy? She placed her hands on her hips, turned to look at her left side, then turned to look at her right side. Hell, she looked better than either one of them. They were dead and she was quite alive, thank you. She reached into her jewelry chest for a double strand of pearls and placed them around her neck but had difficulty fastening the clasp. “ Larry, can you help me here?” Continue reading “Death in the Saddle, Ch 11”