Death in the Saddle, Ch 7

The elevator stopped at the twelfth floor and Bonnie Ouvray held on to Bruxton’s arm for support. Her legs were unsteady and the floor seemed to move in a sine-wave pattern. “Just a few more steps, and we’ll be home safe,” Bruxton assured her as he maintained a delicate balance, propping her up and reaching for the room card key. When the bedroom came into view, Bonnie lurched forward to fall face down across the bed. She turned over and lay spread eagle, her glassy eyes unable to focus. Continue reading “Death in the Saddle, Ch 7”