He noticed her walk toward the graveside with a model’s grace. She bent over to toss a single rose onto the casket. The split in her coat revealed she was wearing a short skirt and black fishnet stockings. Her skirt rose just enough for him to see the top of her stockings and the garter straps holding them.
"Who’s the broad?" he asked his bodyguard out of the corner of his mouth.
She stood, turned around and smiled toward him.
"Never seen her before. Want me to keep an eye on her?"
"What, ya don’t think I’m capable of keeping my own eye on her? I may be sixty-five, but my eyes ain’t failed me yet. Bring her here."
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