“Can we get another seat in here?” he said. “And put it where?” Jerry demanded. Much as I hated to admit it, Jerry was right. The office comfortably sat three, and five exhausted people were a strain. I felt rested having spent the afternoon with Lu...
Dave was doing a lousy job of holding up his half of the house. My arms strained under the weight of his niece’s birthday gift—a large backyard playhouse—and it was slow going back to my car. The spring rain had soaked through the layers of cardboard, and my knuckles scraped against the hard re...
“WANT TO go to the Albany field office?” I buckled my seat belt and put the key in the ignition. “Still didn’t make my decision about consulting, Hale.” “I have inducements,” he said, pushing the seat back several inches so that he was almost lounging. “You know how I’ve been promising the clear ...