He found Joe sharing the couch with a thick stack of papers. He'd been there a good while. He'd gone through five large cups of McDonald's take-out coffee and two cans of Coke. He looked beat-bags under bloodshot eyes, face sagging, a downward slope to his shoulders-and there were large sweat sta...
It reminded him too much of Sandra. She used to like going there when they lived together in his condo on Ocean Drive. She’d lived in and around Little Havana all her life before she met him; a trip to the beach had been a treat, a place she’d had to make an effort to get to, something she’d only...
It was Edwina, summoning me upstairs. Sid Kopf was putting something back in his filing cabinet when I walked in. On the wall directly above him, the muted flatscreen TV was showing what the Bank Holiday weather had in store for London. Cloudy, with a chance of sun. &nbs...