It’s another really nice day and he just about manages to dress appropriately. He walks along tree-lined, sun-dappled West Fourth Street and tries to imagine living in one of these brownstones. They’re gorgeous, but he could never afford the rents around here. Besides, he’d miss the sea from his ...
She rolls over in the bed, onto her back, and stares up at the ceiling. Something is bothering her. It’s not just her nephew, that’s a given. It’s something else, a separate strain of anxiety. She looks at the clock on her bedside table: 8.45 a.m. She got home at around three. Yvonne and Michel...
She lays it out for this guy, a homicide detective, just as she did for Bishop inside at the bar, but this time she does it faster, and almost in a sort of code, or shorthand. The contact listens, interjecting only once with a low whistle of disbelief. This is when she mentions that the Feds migh...
I ordered a club soda. I didn’t know what I expected from this meeting, but it would certainly be interesting. Carl Van Loon was one of those names I’d seen in newspapers and magazines all throughout the 1980s, a name synonymous with that decade and its celebrated devotion...
There are telltale sounds – beeping monitors, ventilators, pagers, trolleys. At first, these seem abstract to me, more like faint rumbles and pulses, signals from somewhere deep in my unconscious, but they soon coalesce into the comprehensible and the familiar. I also feel an uptick in pain aware...