So was Pernod, but Naim Shabaan preferred Ricard and he stopped at various cafés and bars to have one as he walked along the Paris streets. Earlier he had taken the Metro from Montparnasse to Barbes Rochechouart and walked along toward Place Pigalle and then Place Clichy. He stopped at various pl...
His father, Charley’s brother, was “something in the State Department” and did a lot of traveling. When he was twelve, his mother told him they had adopted him, that he wasn’t really their child. “So I am not really Richard Woodgate at all,” he said...
They’d start out good, with Ali smiling and everybody happy. Then Ali’s face would begin to disintegrate, in the middle of a smile, and the contents of his skull would leak like those of an overripe melon. Or worse would happen. Omar had taken to staying awake, sitting up all night in an old armc...
Dartley could see it from where he sat. The pilots were looking for a needle in a haystack—an oil rig somewhere in the continuous thick bank of fog beneath them. Some of the passengers were grumbling, expecting that the flight would have to return to Sumburgh. One disagreed, claiming that their t...