Opening my eyes, the green numbers on the clock glowed precisely two forty-seven a.m. B.W. must have jumped up beside me. He was allowed to do so when it thundered or lightning flashed. He was afraid of the storms. Closing my eyes, sleep cloaked my brain, then it dawned on me that my magnum was n...
Our first stop was the motel where the helicopter pilot said they had spent the night. "Yes,” the desk clerk said, looking at the old receipts. "There were two rooms paid for with cash by a Mr. Tony Bilotti." We had finally found where Nat Rinaldi stayed. "No,” the clerk said. "There was nothing ...