On the table to his left was a bottle of Jack Daniel’s, a glass containing ice which had not yet melted, a silver Zippo lighter engraved with his name, a crystal ashtray with the singed butt of a Marlboro cigarette resting on its rim, and a computer printout, three columns wide and thirteen rows ...
Didn’t kneel. Not like he’d been told. He’d always had a problem with authority, unless it was his own. He kept balanced on his toes instead. A sprinter waiting for the crack of the starting pistol. The cloud cover shifted. The skinny guy closed in. Stars shone above him like studs on a black lea...
Then silence. Someone had switched it off. Smeared skylights illuminated a swirling galaxy of dust motes. The roof space was bigger than Danny would have guessed. High enough to stand. Lexie had stepped aside to let him through. He pressed his finge...
Warmth: a memory of it assailed him. Warmth, and the smell of the sun on his skin, the glint of his board, and the prickling of water droplets drying on his shoulder blades as he stretched his arms wide and dug his nails into the sand. Rain pissing down washed the Caribbean vision away, making it...