"Ass..." I said, watching the expensive sports coupe race through the red light so quickly that the license plate shrunk to illegibility in moments. More carefully this time, I walked across the street. It was a four-laner, two in each direction. It was almost nine in the ...
Water dripped in tiny rivers from her umbrella as she wrestled it closed, and she tried not to see her reflection in the door, knowing what the moisture did to her hair.The rain soaked right through her flats, and she could feel her toes getting all pruny. So, shifting the big messenger bag on he...
Though Liam kept assuring me that it was a good plan. I kept insisting that it was so simple that it couldn't possibly work. It didn't involve flowcharts or super secret spy gadgets. Mostly it revolved around Dr. Aretino being the arrogant man he was. It didn't help that in addition to setting th...
She had the table in the kitchen all set. It was a good meal. I could smell it from the living room, where I sat on the antique settee and looked out the window onto Weber Street. Roast beef. Some potatoes. And a pie. It had taken an entire month's sugar rations to make th...