@page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } 1 EDIE HIGGINS DRUMMED her black-polished nails happily as she sat behind the wheel of Barnaby’s cab. The midnight rain flowed down the windshield in rivers, her Mickey Mouse watch said 1:07 a.m., but JFK airport was still bustling with...
Damn Didi for making Jenn do the dirty work. “I know this hurts. I’m sorry,” she offered, wishing that there were better words, some magic formula to make him whole. “I trusted you,” he yelled, his hands balled into fists, and he stood there, with t...
