CHAPTER THREE
"Harvey, for God's sake, get that glassy-eyed stare off your face. Is that little blonde b***h you saw last night with David Martin all you're able to think about?" Jeanette Sawyer scolded Harvey Burns from where she was stretched out luxuriously on the couch in his office. "If her husband knew what you were thinking, he would shy away from you like a two year old race horse making his debut at the track."
"Jesus," he replied, turning toward his red-haired mistress and smiling, "I'd give a week's take from the roulette tables to get a little of that tail. I haven's seen anything that young and luscious since I opened that club in London four years ago."
He slowly left the office window where he had been watching the long drive curving between the rows of trees toward th
