“What kind of system of jurisprudence do you have around here?” I asked Chad. “Do you mean the courts?” “Yes.” “An excellent one, if I do say so myself. We have magistrates and judges elected by the town council. Every two years we –” “What kind of evidence do you need to convict someone of a cri...
He forced himself to stroll like a tourist, taking in the half-modern, half-antique decor of the expanse. Its stained glass accents, its flower-lined archways leading to restaurants and shops, its glittering chandeliers that bathed it all in a soft golden light. Ah, the opulent life. The life he ...
She was too far away for him to catch up now. It started to rain. A soft rain. The kind, somebody had told her, that often came up in Georgia without warning. Beneath her, the ground sloped steeply as the grass grew wet. She slipped, tried to stifle a yelp, but it escaped her lips. &n...