It’s a fashionable luncheon spot, but one that lacks my favorite diner’s affordable prices and greasy charms. In honor of the occasion, I’d shed my usual sweatshirt, jeans, and Reeboks in favor of Dockers, a white dress shirt, a Jerry Garcia tie, and buffed brogans. I’d topped off the ensemble wi...
Lomax said. “Yeah,” Mulligan said. “Any chance the kid got it wrong?” “No. He’s done a brilliant job on this.” Lomax removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. “Guess I’ve got a big decision to make.” “You do.” “If I kill the story, the publisher might back me up,” Lomax s...