Every last guest at the party had been thrown out. Two groups of people sat facing each other in the biggest casino hall.
The bullet had already been dug out of Winnie's arm. She'd refused to take any anesthetic for the procedure on purpose.
Even when agony wracked her body and every vein stood out in sharp relief, she never tore her burning glare from me.
"Jerry, are you happy now?"
I flicked a casual glance her way. Then I went back to twisting the Winston family head's ring that was on Francine's finger, twisting it between my fingers.
I smiled. "Looks good enough. Can't tell what it's made of, though."
Watching us flirt shamelessly right in front of her, Winnie's face turned dead white with rage.
Gritting her teeth so hard I could hear them grind, she spat the words out one by
