was a misnomer, actually—that’s what he used to be, but there were no such ranks in the management structure of the Talion Corporation. He was an STS, a senior tactical supervisor. And as his soon-to-be ex-wife was so very fond of reminding him, he had been one of those for a very long damn time....
It’s dull but persistent, a thick band of pain that begins somewhere at the base of his neck and extends all the way up and around where it throbs in his forehead. “I don’t want to do this anymore,” Mitch mutters. There is a man across from him, hand poised over a sheet of lined stationery. Words...
We must do something. —SENATOR RICHARD BLUMENTHAL (D-CT), December 20, 2012 We must act, we must act, we must act. —ARNE DUNCAN, U.S. secretary of education, January 26, 2013 Last December a man was pushed onto the subway tracks in midtown Manhattan. He was hit by a train as he struggled to pull ...
Surely they could have found a way to help her bear weight and walk. She knew it wasn’t they who made the decision to leave her. It was he. Steven. Julia believed the others would have helped her, somehow. Winston would have. She had seen the look on his face. Nigel, Adam, and Guy would have, als...