Grin And Bear It
It said something about the quality of Stacy Kavanaugh's life
that the law office of Braunhiem and Crowley was on her speed
dial list. And that she was on a first-name basis with everyone
there, from the receptionist to the paras to her attorney. She
jumped through the conversational hoops while studying the
notes Rose had made on one of the new locator cases.
Melinda Guiterrez. Twenty-one years old with three kids
and no idea where her ex-husband, Roberto, had gone. Last
known employment was the rendering plant up on 13th
Street. No, it was on 17th, you could just smell it from a mile
south at 13th. Stacy smiled at the message slip, knowing that
Roberto was probably out in Garden City now, working at
one of the meatpacking plants. A cousin had gotten ol' Roberto the job, was giving him a place to live. You could bet
on it. And she was going to.
Finally connecting with the Braunhiem half of B and C,
she chirped, "Hi, Bernie. It's Stacy. Rose said you'd called.
What's up this morning?"
And meat packers made real good money.
"Got a call from O'Sleazo at four fifty-five Friday afternoon," Bernie said, yanking her attention away from th ... read full excerpt from: Grin and Bear It ebook
