bergmeister

Benton Bergmeister's death was a news event, for sure, but not an especially significant one.

Bergmeister was still sitting on the couch, looking into his glass of vodka.

Bergmeister also had two glasses in front of him, another giveaway.

Benton Bergmeister, in case you haven't noticed, is a zero from the word go.

"I don't know if you heard, but Benton Bergmeister died last night."

The autopsy on Benton Bergmeister had taken place that afternoon.

Pending further investigation, Bergmeister's case was still open.

Bergmeister drove defensively just to be hit hard by Magnussen coming out of the final corner.

Bergmeister's briefcase lay on the desk, open, with papers spilling out onto the desktop.

"I don't know if it means anything or not, but a couple of nights ago, Bergmeister told me that he was planning to quit his job."

Bergmeister's question still hung in the air.

Bergmeister chased Melo down and made the pass out of turn 16 on the final lap until the controversial incident happened.

Bergmeister had also faded out of my consciousness that night we had come upon Honie after her attack.

"Bergmeister must have known that," I said.

"Absholutely," Benton Bergmeister agreed as he lurched back from the bar.

Magnussen in the Corvette chased Bergmeister's lead from 14 seconds to a car length.

Benton Bergmeister swooped down on us like a hungry buzzard as soon as we entered the room.

"I have a bleeding peptic ulcer," Bergmeister told me, looking at me with pitiful eyes.

I thought about Big Wyn's strange and triumphant look when Bergmeister's family had been mentioned in the press room.

A posterior remnant may be seen where the artery left the optic disc, and is known as Bergmeister's papilla.

Bergmeister caught sight of Big Wyn's stern disappearing into the hotel and set out at a half-trot to catch up with her.

Benton Bergmeister had been assigned an "inside room," which was a euphemistic way of saying he had a room with a parking lot view.

Even as heavily boozed up as he was, Bergmeister's tank emptied with a rush, and he spoke to me without any pretense.

"Why, I believe I am about due for a refill," Bergmeister said to no one in particular and followed Harold to the bar.

Bergmeister drove Magnussen left to the pit wall and the Corvette subsequently spun and crashed on the right side of the track.