Chapter 37 : He Knows

Gordon's POV "And Sheriff Hurt, where is your beautiful wife, Linda of the Beresford Family and Starlight Sisters?" The bulb burst and I wanted to ring Esmerelda's scrawny little chicken neck until her button-black eyes bulged. Instead, I laugh, and motion to Jeffries to get the little frigid bitch on the phone to explain herself. I'll be damned if I cover for her whorin' again. Especially not tonight, when I had to do this fuckin' debate with some yuppie hick who thought Dustland was his when it wasn't. "She's been a bit under the weather as of late." There was canned sympathy from the crowd, the ones married expressed their sympathy over sick spouses and kids. Sympathy points were still points in my book. "Aw, here she is now! Honey, how are you feelin'? Stomach any better?" "Oh, Gordie!" Linda had been drinkin', you could hear it in the way she over-extended my name in that nasally little ear-splittin' caterwaul she had. She was careful not to knock her glass in