In her gut she had known it. She should learn to listen to her gut instead of her heart. Oh Christ, she said to herself, swallowing the rest of her margarita. Thirty-eight years old and the broad’s talking about trusting her heart. “Frank?” she called across to the bar. “A...
It was barely an hour later, long enough for McGuire to return to his office, make a pot of coffee, and find a reason to stroll upstairs past Lorna Robbins’s desk and smile at her. His telephone was ringing when he returned. Sleeman began speaking, keeping his voice low so that McGuire had to pre...
Billie always liked him, she’d probably ask him in for a drink, tell him where the Jolt is. Standing under a light across the street from Billie’s apartment, he cradled his crippled hand in the other and twisted from side to side in rhythm. Now why’...
As long as the acceptance or skepticism has no impact on our lives, we feel free to harbor our own convictions and tolerate those of others.Should our response to a neighbor's belief in secret societies be different? Since most organizations qualifying as secret societies—with the exception of Co...
That afternoon I made tea and walked through the house with the cup in my hand, looking at things that reminded me of Gabe. They were everywhere, especially in our bedroom. A piece of jade I had bought to help him relax. He was to rub it in the palm of his hand when he was tense. I picked it up a...