I was half expecting her not to show, had been watching for her so was distracted by her arrival. She looked fierce, with a pleated gray wool skirt and black boots, her outfit meant to mimic the classic schoolgirl’s uniform, but she wore it with a white tank top and a cropped plaid jacket so you ...
Peter Smalley was waiting by my car when I got out to the parking lot, slumped against the front quarter panel, his hand gripping two library books against his leg while he looked at his phone. There wasn’t enough wrong with him that it was immediately obvious. Until you studied him carefully, th...
Delilah wandered into the driveway where I was lying on my back, my head and shoulders under the Camaro as I struggled to attach a radiator hose, cursing fluently to myself. Dusk was approaching, and it was getting too dark to see what I was doing. It was unclear why she did it, but sometimes Del...