I’d called Avery on the way over, introduced myself as Herman Abernathy, and given him the cover story Jay had come up with. Avery seemed pleased with my interest in his church and told me to come on by. A balding man with thick, wire-framed glasses, he met me at the door wearing tan slacks and a...
Squeezed between a bicycle store and a shop devoted to computer software, it was close enough to Vanderbilt University to attract a clientele of body-conscious young men and women armed with their parents’ credit cards. Razor had paid for Byron’s membership, supposedly a gift to Byron but more li...
Khanh asked. She hauled the duffel bag across the passenger seat and into her lap. It was too big, but she propped it on her thighs and wrapped her arms around it as if it were a child. Her left hand cupped her other elbow, just above the stump. I said, “You heard her. They’re looking for your da...