The rec room is quiet and empty, dust-free after my efforts on Thursday. The door next to the fireplace looks like an afterthought, plain and dark, a wooden airlock with an ancient deadbolt and no knob. I’m half-surprised when Kristina’s key slides into the keyhole. The door opens with the barest...
Cop was bad enough. Cops had this habit of going all wiggy when you stole their shit. Anyone’s shit, though Eager had met cops who’d glance left while he ran right so long as some green passed hands. Hell, one graveyard five-o let him make off with the climate control cluster from a Honda CRV for...