He’s no tourist.” Wulf’s voice was steady, his tone as rational as if they were discussing the probabilities of medical outcomes, but it wasn’t enough to convince her to abduct a man. “It feels like we’re committing the crime.” She couldn’t ignore her roiling stomach. “I d...
Bells didn’t ring at midnight without a reason. “Shall I?” Thomas offered to the ninety-four-year-old Belgian who rented him a cottage at the back of the rural property. “Eh.” His host shrugged as he levered out of his leather chair. “I need to piss...
Deep cold had settled across South Dakota, but no snow, and Grace made good time on the clear roads. With a thousand miles left, if they drove six more hours today, Cruz calculated they could pull in to Pateros as early as tomorrow evening. He rubbed his thigh, the one clo...