Its strings hung loose, the wood around them splintered. He laid it down on the ground sadly, folding the strap over it like the corner of a shroud. “I’m sorry,” Gabriel whispered and Tigranes nodded. None of them wanted to speak too loudly or too much, not while the men above were still hunting ...
she said, lighting her cigarette. “I am not your enemy. I just saved you from at least one night in jail. Maybe more.” Gabriel squinted at her. “That’s swell. Who are you, and what were you doing in that apartment?” “My name is Samantha Ficatier. I’m a friend of your sister’s.” “You know who I am...
the gunman said. “You’re pretty stubborn yourself, to escape that airboat flipping over like that and come back for more,” Gabriel replied. The killer ground the gun barrel against Hoyt’s temple, making the swamp rat grimace in pain. “I’d’ve let go at him with my shotgun, Mr. Hunt, if I’d seen hi...
Gabriel gripped his Colt and charged out of the woods. He was tempted to try to take down some of the men from behind, even up the sides a bit, but instead he headed straight for the lever. He had to stop Joyce’s cage from going into the fire before he could deal with this wouldbe army of the dea...
At the top of the swing, he reached up and planted the second piece of bone about six inches higher than the first. Hauling himself up on the second piece, he pulled the first piece free and swung up to plant it higher. Then he repeated the process. Again and again he pulled out the bones and dro...
The man was already dead, holed through the neck and chest. The pedicab came to a lurching halt, pitching forward, crashing into a gent on a bicycle and sending him cartwheeling into the air. Gabriel and Qi dived out and flattened in opposite directions, hugging cobblestones slicked with night mi...