A small crowd of hipsters hung out on the sidewalk, gawking. One of the windows had been shattered. Sam slowed the car but didn’t park. “I can’t walk in with the police here. I show up at this party and it’ll be all over the news. You can’t go in, either.” &nbs...
The FBI security detail showed up first. Supposedly, they would be there only a few weeks until everything calmed down. June couldn’t imagine anything calming down ever, especially now that Sam had thrown his hat back in the political ring; indeed, when the detail arrived, they informed them repo...
Muse stood over the tub, hair sticking up around the bandage, hands on her hips. She arched an eyebrow at June. “Oh, man.” June lifted her head and winced, her back and neck stiff. Sam snored faintly at the other end of the tub. He’d turned onto his...