He could see the light from the television shine across the smooth bald head. ‘Mr Riggs?’ he called out. ‘Mr Riggs?’ Geoff Riggs turned his head slowly and waved Duke back to the house. He lumbered out of his armchair and walked to the front door, throwing it open. Today was a happy drinking day....
Cn we meet 2day? Y. Whn? 7.30? OK. Ren liked to have an hour to get ready in the morning. Not any more. She left the inn with minimum makeup and wet hair. By seven twenty-five she was in the conference...
‘How did nobody find this?’ said Ren. ‘It was tucked away like Russian dolls in the laundry room. Size 2, so they’re not Connie’s. They’ve got to be Shelby’s. And, unless Shelby was planning on getting arrested for indecent exposure, these little numbers were for private viewing only. And there a...
He stood with his hands linked at the back of his head, staring out David Burig’s window. His back was to the battered body by the door. ‘What the hell is going on?’ ‘The guy was here, we were right outside,’ said Joe. ‘I can’t believe it.’ ‘How were you to know?’ said Rufo. ‘How were you to know...