Bones 2 “Your black-market stats are for shit,” Staff Sergeant Riley growled. He tossed a printout to Ernie Bascom, my partner, who caught it on the fly. “So what else is new?” Ernie replied and tossed the printout into the trash. ...
Herman the German sat in the front seat—because he was too fat to fit in the back—and gave directions: Mukyo-dong, the high-rent boutique and nightclub district in downtown Seoul. Herman was bruised and battered from the beating the Mongol thugs had given him last night in the Temple of the Dream...
Kill 3By the next morning, Staff Sergeant Riley had already collected much of the information I’d asked him to collect concerning the Blue Train rapist. He shoved the printouts across his desk. I sipped on my coffee and started going over them.“Where’s Ernie?” he asked.“Last night,” I replied, “h...
WHEN RILEY showed up, he pitched in and helped me. We compared the photograph the slicky boys had given me to MP mug shots and the long lists of AWOL GI’s and the photos the Korean National Police had sent along. It took us over an hour. When we finished we still had nothing. No match. “He’s not ...
The guy directly in front of me with a cigarette dangling from his lips stared up at me wide-eyed and leapt out of my way. The two on either side of him didn’t back up but closed in. I landed a straight left to the jaw of one, pushed the other down, and started running. My goal was to make it bac...
Routine. What we didn’t expect was the fourteen sailors who were assaulted and robbed in the street. Six of them had to be hospitalized. “From eyewitness accounts, the local provost marshal’s office ascertained that the muggings appeared to have been perpetrated by Americans, probably the shipmat...
The mud and gravel had been plowed up everywhere. We continued after them. All that afternoon we followed Charley Battery of the Second of the 17th but each time we drew close, they had already loaded up and moved out. Finally, the sun went down. Ernie and I were just abou...
He stared down at me, his mouth partially open, narrow eyes impassive. His bamboo-thin body was clad only in a flimsy tunic and loose pantaloons, more like rags than clothes. “Koma-yah,” I said, “mul isso?” Boy, do you have water? The boy turned his head slowly and pointed. “Choggiisso.” Over the...