He put on gym shorts and an old Providence College sweatshirt and went to his kitchen, where he washed down three aspirins with half a bottle of Gatorade — destroying, he was sure, whatever lining was left in his stomach. Then, fighting an almost visceral urge to go back to bed, he called his off...
In the massive lobby a concierge and a security officer were sitting at a semicircular desk behind which was a bank of closed-circuit TV sets. They were expecting him. After leaving his luggage with the concierge, Scarne followed the security man to an elevator. “I’ll call...
“There is no sketch in the file, but that’s not unusual. We put it on the wires and one of the constables took the original around to show people locally. Things get lost. We don’t have our own sketch artist, so we borrowed one from Toronto. I’ll see if they can locate a copy in the main files at...
Maples had spent the previous five minutes explaining, in clinical detail, how he’d killed Panetta. “Doesn’t work that way. I get a name. They get a numbered bank account in an offshore bank. The money clears and somebody dies. Guy who contacts me is just a middleman. Who ...
-- George Herbert Clarke PROLOGUE The Hechler-Koch roared in the confined space of the shooting booth and its spent 9MM shell casings bounced and pinged on the concrete floor. The 20 total shots had taken less than 30 seconds. Scarne ejected the empty magazine and rammed another one home. He ...
Perhaps my Le Mans run down Snake Hill would discourage them. If not, then I might have to take affirmative action. Look up Porgie Carmichael and squeeze him; he wasn’t family and might be a weak link. One thing was certain. If I had to deal with the Carluccis to any extent, Ellen James wouldn’t ...
When I got in, Abby was at her desk, studying. “How’s the cramming going?” I asked as I gave her one of the coffees and the box of donuts, minus one. “I’m trying to watch my weight,” she said. “If you want to be a private eye...
Sobok?” Hagen Sobok was sitting in the first-class cabin of an Air France A340 Airbus reading The Long Lavender Look by John D. MacDonald. He looked up at the smiling hostess and nodded. “Yes, thank you.” The Air France service, always superb, had even been ratcheted up a notch after he mention...
“I seem to be spending a lot of time in Greenwich Village these days,” I commented. “Doesn’t Alice live near here?” “Yes.” “So, what are you complaining about?” “It was just an observation.” &nbs...
He hadn’t slept well. He loved driving and didn’t regret his visits of the previous day, but sitting in a car for hours on end had stiffened him up. He felt annoying twinges and actually heard faint but noticeable crackling sounds from one of his knees when he slid out of bed. A sign of age? Or w...