The heat was becoming oppressive again. It had made the bikers lethargic. Relaxed. But something about being decked out in riding gear had reversed the effect. The extra layers and metal armor didn't slow him down; Diego was amped to move. "Heads up," said Gaston, nodding towards the police stati...
Seventeen dumped bodies. While Maxim had been occupied with misery and drink at Sycamore Lodge, Diego had traced the disposal of a dead man in the desert and found sixteen others who shared the same watery grave. Maxim gazed into his black coffee as if he were peering into the murky depths of P...
I wasn't too proud to back off either. The Nigerian bodyguard scraped his two blades together, more focused on them than us. When Tunji finally spoke for the first time, it was in an offhand fashion. "What happened to you, Francisco?" I cocked my head. I'd heard that voice before. His tone wasn't...
I'd never met any firsthand before, but the sum of their mystique centers on luring gullible men into the depths to drown. That was it. That's what they're known for. And here I was—a man, no doubt, but also a formidable animist—and I'd fallen for it, hook, line, and sinker. Did that mean she was...
She threw him a hard look and spun around, her eyebrow raised just enough to let Maxim know his visit wasn't entirely unwelcome. "You sure you won't have a glass of wine?" she asked for the second time, swirling a sparkling white in her hand. "I appreciate that you're taking an interest in me and...
That left me two days of idle time before the Red Hat party. I spent the morning in my apartment pretending to program but couldn't stop going over the recent distractions in my head. A hat store evolved into a party company run by ghosts? It seemed ridiculous and macabre, but there was something...