He needed human companionship, and he had satisfied his needs by taking an all-night disc jockey to bed with him. The DJ had no talent for conversation, but his voice was rich and soothing and he was very good at monologue. The sniper lay on his back, the radio nestled in ...
Through the plate glass she could see the harbour, the water dull as lead, a lone sailboat tacking into the wind. Down the hall, in her husband’s study, she heard the soft twittering of the goddamn fax machine. Tyler had three pushbutton telephones lined up in there on his...