CHAPTER SEVEN
Back in New York, Earl Lord was drunk; crazy, roaring drunk. He had been for three days now, ever since he learned that Roberta Colby had sold her business and skipped town. The dirty little doublecrossing b***h, he thought, how dare she do something like this to me?
It was the one event that Earl Lord hadn't counted on. He didn't know why it had never occurred to him. Actually it was a perfectly plausible thing for her to do, he supposed. He cursed himself for being such a stupid, short-sighted clod.
But he'd fixed her, Goddamn it. He really had. He'd learned that she'd been having an affair with Tony Marsh and that Marsh had told all his friends he was crazy about Roberta and wanted to marry her. Well, Tony wouldn't want to, now. Yesterday, Earl had bumped into Tony a
