‘Not rigorous, Lil. Not by a long shot. I had to go with it, though, but there are too many holes. You just don’t have the experience. I’ve put Daryl Bent on the story. I’m sorry. I told him to call you for some background material.’ She stared at the monitor on her desk, as the late edition of T...
She stood behind the stone wall of Grenville’s picturesque cemetery and watched Ada, who looked like a chic fifties hostess who’d just left a cocktail party to hang out among the graves. All she needed was a Martini and a cigarette. Earlier, they’d asked Lil if she’d wanted to join them in the RV...
I felt guilty knocking on Calvin Williams’ door without at least calling. That, and for the past few years I’d been going to the Happy Tooth Center which had an office in Pilgrim’s Progress. The graying dentist, who was six years my junior, came to the door dressed in jeans and a flannel work shi...
Sitting in his small corner office that smelled of citrus zest, he glared at the cover of Men’s Vogue. Normally, he’d spend an enjoyable half-hour flipping pages while comparing his looks to those of the men in the glossy ads for Prada, Hugo Boss, Calvin Klein, Abercrombie’s, and all the rest, co...
On the black wall of the unfinished studio a flat-screen monitor sparked to life and the digital recording that Ellen had dropped through the mail slot of the carriage house began to play. The first image was of a street sign on the corner of 27th Street and 7th. From there the camera—positioned ...