The plush booth where I was seated rose and fell as though there had been an earthquake. As a pillar of thick black smoke erupted from the basement stairway, people began rushing frantically toward the exits. Sergeant Joe Stone of the Denver Police had been saying somethin...
After I asked him about the pill container in Karl Markowsky's pocket, it was inevitable that he would react. My cell phone started buzzing at eight fifteen Saturday morning. I had set it on vibrate--or "stun" as I sometimes called it--but I could still hear it vibrating on the little night stand...
He crossed the room and headed out into the hallway. Back to round two of dealing with the hayseeds. When he got back to New York, he was going to lay down the law with Madeline. No more of these stupid conventions. Period. He wasn't doing this any more. He glanced as his ...