Black-clad waiters and waitresses sashayed smoothly between the tables dispensing old-fashioned food at newfangled prices. Anna and Katie were seated at a corner table well away from the loudest group of suits who were ordering expense-account champagne to celebrate some d...
Lord Buddha, The Dhammapada By the time I left Peter Ashley’s hotel last night I was completely drained of coherent thought. I told him everything I knew about the murders except the addresses of PC and DTs, and where to find Jingjai. I had worrie...