Death from the Ladies Tee by James Y. Bartlett

Author:James Y. Bartlett [Bartlett, James Y.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: A Hacker Golf Mystery
Publisher: James Y. Bartlett
Published: 2019-11-13T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

After breakfast I cabbed back over to the hospital. Honie was sitting up in bed, holding an ice pack to her temple. Her eyes were darkly shadowed and she didn’t look like she was having a great time.

“Hi gorgeous,” I said cheerfully. “Wanna dance?”

She looked at me with eyes of the damned. “Fuck. Off,” she enunciated each word clearly. “I want to die.”

“Not feeling so hot, huh?”

“Everything I own hurts, plus a few spare parts I didn’t even know I had,” she said mournfully, and shifted her ice pack to her other temple. A nurse came in, checked her chart, hovered briefly over her bed and then disappeared.

“Christ,” Honie said. “There’s the pro-am today and I had about seven zillion things to do. And I was supposed to set up some interviews for next week in Sarasota and …”

“Whoa, girlfriend,” I soothed. “Relax, sit back…You aren’t going anywhere. You almost got yourself killed last night, so don’t worry about bravely carrying on. Isn’t there someone else who can do all that stuff?”

“Yeah,” Honie admitted, trying to find a comfortable position in bed. “My boss Karla is flying in from Houston this morning. I guess she can handle any emergencies.”

“There,” I said. “You see? Now tell me about last night. Do you remember anything? Like who it was that beat the tar out of you?”

She groaned. “Not you, too,” she moaned. “That hotel guy and the police were in here at the crack of dawn asking me all kinds of questions six different ways.”

“And …?”

“I don’t remember a thing,” she said sadly. “I remember walking back toward the hotel and thinking how pretty that fountain looked in the pink twilight. Next thing I know, I wake up here with my head about to burst. Oww.”

She had shifted position again, and it made her wince. I reached over and squeezed her hand.

“What were you doing before it happened?” I asked.

She lay back and closed her eyes. “I had been meeting with Julie Warren in the players’ lounge,” she said, her voice tired. “She was giving me a hard time, so I was glad to finally get out of there.”

“Hard time about what? You don’t work for her, do you?”

She cracked one eye open and looked at me.

“Like I told you, she’s on the players’ council and is one of Wyn’s ‘mafia,’” she said. “So that means I do report to her, in a roundabout way. I mean, I’m supposed to report to Karla, who reports to Benton who reports to Big Wyn and the Players’ Council. But it’s more like having the board of directors around all the time. All the players are supposedly equal, but some are more equal than others. So I have to suck up to them all.”

“So what was last night’s third degree about?” I pressed.

“You,” Honie sighed.

“Me?”

“Yeah. You know, how could I invite such an asshole

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