CHAPTER 7
"CJ, did you get any information on Baby about the deaths on the rodeo circuit?" Houston asked, as he scooped up some of Madre Rosa's homemade salsa onto one of the chips that she made by hand.
"Just the accounts that were in the newspapers. Not anything more than we already knew. I take it you haven't shaken a hornet's nest today? And what are you crunching? It sounds like Godzilla eating the Empire State Building." CJ smiled. She knew Houston's weakness for Madre Rosa's famous chips and salsa.
"Mmnh. Sorry, CJ" Houston replied wiping the salsa and crumbs off of his chin. "Dang these things are better than I remembered. Think she's adding something else to the salsa."
CJ laughed. "Guess you'll have to go on a diet when you get back here. She's gonna put fifty pounds on you before you get back. And I hope you get back soon, 'cause I'm really starting to miss you" she said.
"Miss you too, CJ. " he said as he unsuccessfully muffled a burp. "Let me know if you find anything else that might help us find out what happened."
" You got it, boss. Take care" she said, setting the phone back on her desk with a smile.