745 Coolidge Avenue, Apartment #654. Dom stood on the sidewalk across the street and stared at the block with trepidation in his heart like it was an old haunted mansion or The Munsters’ getaway. It was dark, grimy, barely a light burning. He checked his watch: it was two am. He sucked in a...
Before Troy even had a chance to think of escape, he was crammed in between the two thugs from the upstairs of Shanghai. Chichi started up the engine, the stereo blasting out that obligatory Latino rap, which was like rusty nails on Troy’s ears. Car doors slammed and they hit the streets. Troy cr...
In the darkness, he rocked back and forth, his lips trembling, his eyes wide awake. He couldn't sleep. The words and symbols were back again. Racing through his mind, colliding with one another like runaway trains. Words, symbols, formulae. Hydroxypan, Naproxycillin, Sansilicate, CONC-HI, Benzaph...