He sprang upright on the Winnebago's old sofa in time to see the headlamps illuminate a reflective green sign that read DALLAS 110. Then the sign disappeared as twin geysers of vapor and green fluid spewed up from under the hood and coated the windshield. Stacy, who had be...
As the door hissed closed behind them and the bus rumbled away, they walked across Avenida 15 de Junio with their fellow passengers, but instead of continuing straight to the bridge with everybody else, Scott and Benny stopped at the edge of the fan-shaped service plaza at the foot of the bridge....
As if she doesn’t have a care in the world on this beautiful afternoon, along this safe, picturesque cul-de-sac. Hasn’t she read the newspaper? Doesn’t she know there is a killer loose? She is thirty-six, divorced, with two small children. Before she left her husband they had a lakefront address....
The clock on the stove read 7:25 AM. Stripping off her waitress uniform, looking at it, thinking of it again, like she did every day, as her slut suit, Jenny left a trail of clothes from the door to the bathroom. She wondered if Ray was angry because she was still in the apartment, his apartment,...