Michael James Rizza books

Cartilage and Skin (2013)

“Claudia,” he called, leaning his head near the door. “Claudia.” Then he turned toward me and smiled. He was a short, balding man with tiny black eyes, like a rodent’s. “She never gets her mail, so now the guy just leaves it on the floor.” He walked a little farther and held up a set of keys, whi...