I like to watch the pretty sparkles in the sky when it’s nighttime. Don’t you? I like to pretend. Usually. Pretending’s fun. Most times, I pretend I’m a mommie and my dolly is my baby. Sometimes we’re baby animals. I’m the mommie horse and dolly’s the baby pony. Or a mommie cat and baby kitty. Or...
came a cottony voice from the rear window. Everyone but Whitey Grey whirled to see a handsome man leaning inside the back window, a deadly Remington revolver pointed at the albino’s back. Grey had too much experience to spin. He just muttered an oath, and took his finger off the Winchester’s trig...
Certainly, she didn’t dress like Jingfei, and I’d hate to picture her in a gold-trimmed changyi. What she wore was patched Army-issue blue trousers that was too big, and she wasn’t exactly on the skinny side, neither, held up by the dirty canvas suspenders and the gun belt around her waist that h...
Like a child, that brutal killer buried his face against Reilly’s shoulder and bawled. “Easy, Jim,” Reilly whispered, confused. “What happened?” “It’s…Ma…” Pardo choked out the words. “Chaucer…killed…her.” He punctuated the statement with a mournful wail that even caused Reilly to shudder. A mill...
Pressed thin, it probably didn’t weigh more than six ounces, but, damn, it was beautiful. Sister Geneviève held it reverently, even seemed to be holding her breath, then she extended her hands, balancing the ingot on her fingertips. There was all sorts of delicate designs on the top, including a ...
Grace Profit wasn’t that daring, or stupid. From the top drawer of her bureau, she pulled a bottle of Jameson Irish Whiskey, and filled three glasses, handing one to Dave Chance, another to his prisoner, and picking up the fullest for herself. She sat on the couch, and Chance sat in a rocking cha...