Vicky found a parking place a half block away and guided Marcy Morrison past the novelty stores, boutiques, and coffee shops, aware of the images of a black-haired woman and a small, light-skinned girl flashing in the plate-glass windows. It was mid-afternoon, the sky a burned-out blue and the da...
The Boy Scout meeting at Eagle Hall had ended an hour ago; pickups taking the kids home had stuttered through the cottonwood tunnel onto Seventeen-Mile Road. Father John had locked up Eagle Hall and checked to make sure the front doors of the administration building and the church were locked. In...
Walking toward him through the noise of hip-hop blaring from a radio somewhere, a paunchy-looking Indian, medium height with wide shoulders and muscular brown forearms that hung beneath the short sleeves of grease-smeared coveralls. He might have been still in his fifties, black hair trimmed shor...