Here’s an excerpt from Bigfoot Blues where Samantha Jean expresses her opinion of the Igomar Club, pictured above.
As we clink sparkling glasses of pale yellow gold, I cross my legs. My right toe accidentally brushes against his thigh. Having already slipped out of the uncomfortable shoes I had the bad sense to wear, my offending toe is quite naked. I jerk my foot back under my chair, look out the window and study the three-story gray Victorian that is the prestigious Ingomar Club, as though I’ve never before seen the headquarters of Humboldt County’s ruling class.
Ever so nonchalantly I bring my eyes back to Mark. His grin is wide and just as testosterone filled as any redneck who’s ever eyed my ass at VD’s.
“Your foot was fine right where it was.” He grins.