“So is your buddy an autobody guy?” “Yeah, kinda.” “It’s a chop shop, isn’t it?” Dave demanded. I turned in time to see Hellhound’s gaze dart sideways. “I wouldn’t know,” he said virtuously. I manufactured a grin. “You mean you haven’t asked the question.” “That, too.” “I wondered why you were so...
A stack of papers overflowed the tray on his desk, and the entire desk surface was covered. He glanced up with a start. “Is it four o’clock already?” “Yeah. Long day?” “You can say that again.” He rubbed wearily at his stubbly chin. I looked more closely at the stubble. “Are you growing a beard?”...
I didn’t remember sitting down, but that was definitely concrete under my butt. A second blast rocked the night, and the fireball that had been our rental car jerked my mind back to reality. An instant later, comprehension arrived with a concussive blow almost as strong as the original explosion....
When I pulled the curtain aside, Kane was waiting with a wheelchair. “Aw, come on, you’ve got to be kidding me,” I complained. “I’ll walk. Never mind the wheelchair.” “You have two choices,” Kane said severely. “You can sit in the wheelchair like a good little patient, or I can carry you out. Whi...
I fought for calm. Maybe there was a simple explanation. Maybe Nichele had just gone to the latrine. Not likely. I’d only been gone for an hour, and she had sounded pretty serious about staying in her tent. Okay, maybe Orion had dropped by and she had succumbed to temptation and gone to his tent…...