Lou was the visiting fiction professor during my MFA program. He led a great class, and man was he blunt and critical (without being harshly so), so I was really excited to read his work and tear it a new one so he could see what it was like, eh Lou? How you like me now?!? But this book was too m...
He recognized the woman at the front desk. She was the one he’d asked about a late checkout. “Hello, Mr. Rivers,” she said. “Did you change your plans?” “I’m looking for Chip,” Wyatt said. “Is he working the front desk today?” &nbs...
The metal detector in the lobby didn’t worry him because he didn’t have any metal on him that might be detected. Gardenhire had made arrangements. At the metal detector in the lobby, Babb pretended to be rumpled and ruffled. He pretended he needed a pot of coffee. That darn message alignment, har...