Mired in a steamy, mosquito-infested thicket north of sprawling Houston, a bemused Jimmy Beard gaped at the contents of a weathered metal box resting in the shadows of the sentinel pineAi-row upon row of tightly bound packets, neatly stacked in orderly layers. Should he report this trove to the authorities? He was already rich. Additional wealth offered little allure. But its challenges intrigued him. He could hide the illicit treasureAi-then launder it to blunt the numbing repetition of his life. In MexicoAi_s Nuevo Laredo, the brutal drug kingpin, Jose Luis Guerra, rallied his dark forces. Only imprudent men stole from Luis Guerra. Like hungry jackals, his vengeful minions filtered into HoustonAi_s dark crevices stalking their prey. In Scottsdale, Abbie Hart fashioned a trendy frame to showcase a western art masterpiece. Random memories stirred recollections of past lovesAi-scandalous ex-husband, Russel HartAi-reliable buddy, Jimmy Beard. Affairs of the heart rooted in HoustonAi_s chaotic early 1980Ai_s. A stirring deep in her belly exposed powerful lingering emotions. Russel had brought excitementAi-and sadnessAi-into her life. Jimmy had been trustworthy, but married. Ancient sorrowsAi-ancient joys.I do pay my taxes. Every damn dollar I owe, but not one penny more. So there you have it.a aDo you sell on consignment?a Jimmy took Sankaa#39;s cue and got back to business. aYeah, a couple of places here in Scottsdale, and one in Santa Fe.
|Author||:||Hugh Frazier Wynn|
|Publisher||:||iUniverse - 2000-11-01|