Jackpot Blood: A Nick Herald Genealogical Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
Louisiana fall was a fickle creature, ever promising itself to winter as it dallied with summer. Tommy had sounded his pickup’s horn a few times before Nick awoke on the couch that backed up to the window of “Annie Oakley.” His watch told him he was fifteen minutes late for his eight A.M. appointment. He stumbled outside. His tongue dry and his head aching, he squinted at the dismal day that seemed to sneer maliciously at him. “If you’re looking for your red-headed gal,” Tommy said, a grin of rakish solidarity on his face, “I saw her at Three Sisters Pantry. She looked a lot better than you. And she had a pretty good appetite. Had a big breakfast. No one answered at your room, so I put two and two together.” “Hey, it’s not what you think,” Nick said in a bullfrog’s voice that would have made him an instant radio celebrity. “Really, nothing happened.” “Come on, Nick, don’t give me that. You come to the door of her room, looking like yesterday’s dog shit?
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