Hoodwinked (The Harry Starke Novels Book 12) by Blair Howard

Author:Blair Howard [Howard, Blair]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blair Howard
Published: 2017-10-30T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Larry McMurray is a world-class asshole. He’s also an amazing golfer, plays to a plus three handicap on the golf course, and two shots better than that in the bedroom. He’s also a good teacher. I’ll give him that. And he has a winning personality, but he also has an ego that knows no bounds. He’s the quintessential golf pro, tall, slim, fair-haired, and could probably have made it on the PGA tour had his nerves not let him down when the big moments came. They had come, several times, but never once had he been able to pull the trigger.

He was on the putting green when we arrived, giving a lesson to a young lady, a knockout, a blonde, dressed from head to toe in pink, even the handle of her putter. It didn’t look like he was going to finish anytime soon, so Jacque and I headed to the lounge to wait. Lo and behold, there was my father, August, glass in hand, leaning on the bar, engaged in an animated conversation with his friend Judge Henry Strange.

“Harry, my boy,” August said, turning to greet us, “and Jacque, too. How nice to see you. What would you like to drink?”

“Dad, Henry,” I said, “it’s good to see you both. A Blue Moon for me, no slice. Jacque? How about you?”

“I’ll have a grapefruit juice, please.”

“A grapefruit juice?” Henry Strange said, shaking his head. “That’s just not civilized. I always thought better of you, Jacque.”

“Now den, Judge, I don’t t’ink you know me dat well at arl.”

I had to smile. Jacque knew the judge better than he knew her. She was putting on her Jamaican accent just for him, knowing how much he loved it. And, I have to admit, I loved it too. Still do.

“So,” August said. “What are you doing here on a Tuesday morning, Harry? Can’t be work. Not here, can it?”

I swallowed the first swig of my Blue Moon. Whew, that’s better!

“I just need a word with the Pro, is all. Right now, he’s giving a putting lesson, so he’ll probably be a while. I had an idea I might find you in here. Did you play today?”

August Starke is one of those larger than life figures with a booming voice and a personality to match. He dominates any room he happens to be in, be it a lounge or a courtroom. He’s sixty-seven years old with a head of thick silver hair, and he’s tall, an inch taller than I am, lean, toned. He’s one of the top lawyers in his field and one of the most competitive men you’ll ever meet, in the courtroom, at the poker table, or on the golf course.

Henry Strange is a different cat altogether. A longtime federal judge, he, my father, and ADA Larry Spruce have been friends for more years than I can remember. Most Sunday mornings, the four of us play golf together. Which can be fun, or not, depending on what kind of mood my father happens to be in.

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