Each carried a mattress. They walked slowly down North Campus Street, their zombielike speed perhaps a way to make a point or perhaps it was just difficult to carry their load. They didn’t make a sound. Each mattress carrier had a piece of duct tape over his or her mouth. Heide Herrmann marched i...
Kathy and I each grabbed one of the handles of the wheelchair and tipped it backward until the chair was reclining fully on its back and Coach’s head was on the AstroTurf floor of the boat. Wendy picked up the white plastic bucket, which was full of lake water. She poured it over his face. The sc...
The microwave beeped for the fifteenth time, vainly trying to remind her that the dinner she reheated was getting cold. Anna tried her sister’s number yet again, but there was still no answer. She had hoped to talk to Jody before confronting Nick, but she’d run out of time. She would have to figu...
In addition to the reception area, it held only three rooms. The Congressman and his Chief of Staff had their own offices; the rest of his staffers shared a bullpen-like office. Anna and Jack needed a moment to figure out the logistics for simultaneous interviews in the limited space.They weren’t...
The brothel owner looked like a snake who’d just eaten a dog. He had cold, calculating eyes and a comically round belly attached to an otherwise skinny frame. For his grand jury appearance, he wore three days’ worth of stubble, faded jeans, and a T-shirt with a picture of a tie on it. His graying...