A high-intensity light into the dark, dangerous corners of international drug trafficking—with a bizarre twist The rampant avarice and treachery in New York, Leningrad, Romania, and Colombia spill over from both sides of the law—with another bizarre twist. In Condemned, Colombian drug lords, Russ...
9 The shadows in Johnson’s were not as dense as they had been earlier in the evening. Laura was alone as she returned from a walk to Dani’s. She stood in the doorway, closing the door behind her by leaning against it. She blew on her cold hands as she studied the wilting shadows, hoping she knew ...
Marc stood inside a phone booth on the thirteenth floor of the Criminal Courts Building. He had the phone receiver to his ear, listening to Marguerite read off the list of calls he had received in the office this morning. There was nothing urgent. Marc said he would be back in the office as soon ...
Icy wind lashed the constant rain; beams of light from the streetlamps slithered across the deserted sidewalks of Mulberry Street. Cars huddled at the curbs. From the brick tenements above, life glimmered through frost edged windows. A white neon sign flickered TWO STEPS DOWN INN through the plat...
when Mike Rivera ascended the stoop at 153 Stanton Street. Jerry Ball followed. Behind them were Sam Bemer and Sandro. They entered the first-floor hallway. The stairs lay directly ahead. As they reached them, the rear portion of the hallway became visible. It was on the left beside the stairs. T...