Blood Country
“Bruce Jacobs sat at the bar, looking, with his big shoulders, as if he played football for a living. Her old partner. God, it was good to see him. She wouldn’t call him handsome, but he had wonderful smiling eyes.She came up behind him and pulled his ear. A running joke between them, it came from the movies in which Humphrey Bogart played Sam Spade and tugged at his ear when he was thinking. When Claire and Bruce worked together, they used it to signify they were onto something.“I don’t have to guess. I know only one person in the world who would dare do that to me.” He turned and threw an arm around her shoulder. He smelled of Old Spice and cigarettes, with maybe a Scotch thrown in. She liked the smell. It reminded her of work and cases that went on for days, hitting a bar with Bruce on the way home to unwind.Bruce held her by the shoulders and looked her over. “Hair’s longer. Smile looks good. Boy, even put a dress on. What’s the occasion?”“Dinner with my best bud.”“Care for a drink...?”“Sounds good.”“Johnny Walker, okay?”“I think I’ll stick with a beer.MoreLess
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