She walked to the window and opened it, breathing in Market Street, breathing out cops. No green Olds parked in front, just a throng headed up Kearny for the Rice Bowl Party.Crowds poured around Lotta’s Fountain, brushing fingers on the ornate metal work, one or two giving the bronze an affection...
Pride of Southern Pacific but jointly owned by Union Pacific and Chicago and North Western, the City of San Francisco boasted both speed and the most luxurious accommodations of any train in America. In-room radio, telephone service to the sumptuous dining cars or to any connection in the country...
The road home was a blur, and Gwyna was reading a letter in the triclinium when I walked in the door. “What happened? Are you hurt?” “No. That’s Faro’s blood.” She needed to hear it, and hear it in full. “That bitch. That unholy bitch. So we were just there for her ‘amusement.’ I wonder how she f...
She groped for it, tongue thick. “Yeah?” Heart was beating too hard, slowed down at Rick’s voice. “Miranda? Did I wake you up?” She struggled to sit up, rubbed her eyes. “What is it?” “I can’t talk long—called you before writing the story—you owe me—” “Get to the fucking point!” “They’ve made an ...