I’ll try to meet you there,” Tak said. I couldn’t promise anything, so I thanked him and hung up. My efforts to navigate Proper City via the bus had left me at the mercy of its every-twenty-minute schedule, and from a glance at the clock, I saw that I was between twenty-mi...
I stood by the door. Seconds later an engine started up and a car jumped out of the darkness. It was the abandoned pickup that Charlie left in the yard behind her shop. The truck tore through the grass until it reached the sidewalk. It slowed to navigate over the curb, and then it took off into t...
Tiny asked.“Backstage at a runway show, glamour of fashion, the hype of a new designer, that sort of thing.”“She could really use something like that. Where will it be syndicated?”“I can’t say.”“Can’t or won’t?”“Tiny, somebody’s going to write about this sooner or later. Clive Barrington is bound...
My eyesight was blurring, but I was too keyed up to relax. Up the stairs I went, into the apartment, to the bed. The kittens were curled up by the pillows, their heads tucked to the side on each of their paws. I didn’t know if it was the benefit of blood relation that put them into the exact same...
Eddie was asleep on the sofa, and I would have left him in that condition too if I didn’t need to tell him what had happened. “Wake up,” I said, shaking his shoulder. He rolled into the back of the sofa and grunted something.“Eddie, come on.” He flung a hand at me. I stepped backward and he miss...
Kidd, I want you to walk away from this project,” Loncar said. “With all due respect, this is ‘project’ is my job. It’s the first real job I’ve had since moving to Ribbon. It’s not like I haven’t been trying, either. You have no idea how hard it is for a former fashion buyer to find work these da...
I asked. “And what does any of this have to do with Giovanni?” “Who’s Giovanni?” “My boss. Well, he’s my ex-boss now, but—wait, don’t you know?” “I’m talking about Genevieve Girard. She wants to use my contacts, she’s going t...
There weren’t many people on the street at this hour, only a few trucks and taxis scattered around the street, and a few strangers getting their first cup of coffee like me. It was April in New York. Not a particularly pretty April, either. Dirty wet streets and an assortment of sidewalk grates d...