CHAPTER TEN
With the rag-like top down, Flynn drove a convertible that had seen better days. The volume of the radio was high as he listened to Marty Robbins singing "Raindrops on My Window, Teardrops in My Heart."
What a change in Flynn. He was wearing "dress up" clothes: a blue blazer over a crisp white shirt and gray slacks. He was freshly shaved, which was a 500% improvement over the night before. It was evident he was in a happy mood.
He turned through the gates into the parking lot of the Cattlemen's Club, where an attendant wearing a white jacket with gold trim gave him a ticket, and slid behind the wheel taking his battered car away to be parked in the company of new Jaguars, Cadillacs, and several Rolls Royces.
Flynn entered through the carved doors. The dark interior envelope
