For Robin Light, running a pet store is a decent way to make a living -- but solving the occasional crime is much more interesting. So when neighborhood tough kid Manuel and his cousin, Eli, wander into her shop with a wild story about a suitcase full of smuggled Cuban cigars, Robin can't resist ...
Didn’t anyone in this town believe in traffic signals? I was pissed at Eli, I was pissed at Manuel, but more than anything, I was pissed at myself for having allowed Chapman to railroad me into meeting with him tonight, when I wanted to be with George. “You want me to come down and cover you?” Ge...
Tim asked from behind me. “You got me.” I picked up the mouse and stared at it for a moment before I tossed it back in the box. “But I’ll tell you one thing—I’d sure like to find out.” Tim made a dismissive gesture with his hand. “The guy’s just a nut case from Hutchings.” Pickles jumped up on th...
George grabbed Raymond by the shoulders and jacked him up against the door. I heard a thud as the kid’s body made contact with the wood. He hung there, his arms flattened against the door, his feet dangling a couple of inches off the ground. His mouth was open, his eyes were wide with surprise. H...
His entire face reddened. He looked as if he’d been slapped. “Is there anything wrong, dear?” Rose Taylor asked, touching her husband’s sleeve. He flinched and drew away. Rose Taylor’s face crumpled. Her lower lip began trembling. “Oh, my.” She lifted her hand away from the pink cotton material a...
There’s something about the anonymity of hotel rooms, with their promise of possibilities, that always cheers me up. I don’t know what that says about me, but it’s probably not good. I took a long, hot shower, got dressed in my snazzy clothes, took the elevator downstairs, and had a big breakfast...