Chapter Thirty Nine
Irene’s senses jolted. One of the Casino’s utility trucks slew around the curve in a cloud of dust, the driver fighting the wheel and traveling as fast as the loose gravel would allow. He jumped the pavement at the edge of the landing strip and screeched to a full stop, Tracy jumped from the passenger side and skirted around the back of the truck.
She hit the boarding-steps at full tilt, her superb legs pumping in the opening of her lavender trench coat, taking the steps two at a time. Her toe caught and on the last step she fell into Irene’s outstretched arms. “It’s Debbie,” Tracy gasped, looking up. “Her father’s dead.”
“Oh Jesus.”
“It was horrible.” Tracy’s voice trembled and she forced back tears. “They were racing him to the hospital and Debbie was on the phone
