Chapter Ten
“30 year Old Doublewood. Not bad for a saloon.”
“I recommended Harry bring in something a little more upscale,” Linda replies. “Told him I was having a special guest.”
Wendy Valence holds her glass of brown spirits up to the light.
“And not watered. Harry’s an honest man. Cheers.”
The women imbibe making steady eye contact, ignoring Todd, sitting at the table with a glass of warm water, Wendy ordering for him and insisting that it come from the tap.
“So progress?” Linda prompts.
“I put out a little bait. Very subtly. Don’t want to scare off the fish tossing a lot of chum into the water.”
Wendy sips. Linda senses a degree of reluctance, no details offered. After a silent pause she turns to Todd.
“Come with me. You need to visit the lady’s room.”
“Please no, Miss Valen
