17 Chapter 17

“Sadie?” Lorraine asked. “Do you mean that…that painted-up madam at the Pink Palace? What has she got to do with any of this?”

“She runs the Pink Palace, that’s all. Best business woman I’ve ever seen. Kept things runnin’ smooth after Reno died. She’s a great gal, and famous all over this part of Texas.”

“I’ve never heard of her.”

“Well, I guess Boston’s a little behind the times.”

“Boston is the center of—”

“Boston is the center of Boston!” he said glaring down into her eyes.

With an angry huff, she said, “You are impossible to talk to.”

“Well, Miss Garvey, you ain’t no Sunday picnic.”

“Tell me, Mr. Bonner, why would my ownership of the Pink Palace be such an awful thing? I am my father’s daughter, after all.”