Tara struggled and then forced a smile, tapping the envelope on the table.<br/><br/>"Fine, Everything is fine. Some times the Boss ties up loose ends if the mules talk too much. " she made a swipe toward the gruesome jewelry but before she could slide it back into the envelope a burly man hovered close. Bronwyn rose so quickly that Tara missed her movement.<br/><br/>"Tara, how you been?" he asked.<br/><br/>Tara took a deep breath and smiled brightly.<br/><br/>"Hi, Boss. Having any luck at the table?" Tara inquired politely, smoothly laying her hand over the "gift".<br/><br/>"What have you got there?" he asked, moving her hand out of the way with authority.<br/><br/>Bronwyn slapped her hand down on his and glared at him, her eyes seeming red in the light of the casino.<br/><br/>"Pardon, me, madame, but these jewels look familiar." he said, in quiet explanation to Bronwyn. " I don't believe we have had the pleasure of an introduction."<br/><br/>Tara squirmed uncomfortably and said,<br/><br/>"Hmm, Boss, this is Bronwyn Ciannitt, a guest at the Inn. Bronwyn, my Boss, Mr. St. James."<br/><br/>Bronwyn stood up formally and extended her hand.<br/><br/>The Boss took it and clicked his heels as he bowed over it brushing a kiss across her knuckles.<br/><br/>"Pleasure." he said. "Pardon me, Those bobbles look like some I recently purchased for a friend who  had made me very happy."<br/><br/>His voice inflection insinuated an intimate connection, but Tara knew better and she was confused.<br/><br/>Tara handed the glowing earrings with the gruesome attachments to him and watched him frown deeply.<br/><br/>"Where did you get these?" he demanded crisply<br/><br/>Tara's thoughts frantically combed through her information trying to control any damage that might come of exposing those involved.<br/><br/>"Just a guy, down on the River walk."<br/><br/>Bronwyn broke in.<br/><br/>"Guy said, Danny sent it."