“Vince,” she called softly. “Vince?” I put the .32 automatic in my pocket, walked over to the front door, unlatched and opened it. She stared at me, huddled against the door jamb. She looked very unhappy. She wore a thin cotton sheath dress and black pumps. The thick auburn hair was snarled. She ...
We were in the back yard, and she was helping me figure placement for a couple of speakers out there. I carried a folding ruler, and kept measuring tree trunks and the side of the house, craning my neck around to make it look good, in case anybody happened to see us. I said, “You can’t stay out h...
It stopped by the front door and the door flew open and the little girl ran down the steps screaming. “Mommy! Mommy!” A woman ran from the car and knelt down and the little girl was in her arms. “Hurry up,” Angers said. “Over here.” “Where?” “The house there.” He kept nudging me along across the ...