“No, you go up and knock.” Bitty and I had been having this back-and-forth since we’d pulled up in front of Sherman Sanders’ house. The single wood door was still open and the other one closed. The screen door banged softly against the frame when the wind blew just right, which meant it wasn’t lo...
Big trouble. Apprehension made her knees quiver and her mouth dry, but from somewhere she dredged up bravado that bordered on hysteria. “So, Bruno,” she said with an insincere smile that felt wobbly, “here we are. Hope I didn’t hurt you too badly.” “I may never be able to father children, but I’l...
Damn. Though the Sea Tiger was still hidden from sight behind a wall of thick trees, spiky vegetation, and limestone boulders, he knew from the brittle clang of cutlasses and pistol fire what was happening. Battle was an all too-familiar sound. Above the din of cannon, sword, and pistol, he could...
the doctor said, one of the few in Memphis who made house calls, which explained the shiny new red Porsche sitting in Grandmother Eaton’s driveway. “Mrs. Fontaine just needs bed rest and quiet for a few days.” “So why are you giving her a shot?” Harley wanted to know. He smiled as he filled a syr...