Only one thing seemed clear to her at this point. If the assault on her was a warning, it was also, in essence, a confession that the near-fatal hit-and-run was not accidental. Dimitri had been right from the beginning, and the twins had been wrong not to listen to him. No...
David repeated the words over and over as he studied the series of thin lines that gerrymandered his living room ceiling. “… had the funny habit of looking like a rabbit.” Where had he read that? What were the exact words? No matter, he decided. None of the cracks looked ...
SHE HAD felt the crack of bone and the explosion of pain when the woman Matt was calling Tarzana—160 or 170 pounds—blindsided her. Now she simply bit at the inside of her lip and did her best to cope with the pain. They were in a fearsome predicament with a finite air supply and no obvious way ou...
(CST)Griff lay prone on the floor of the Kitchen, with a spin ratchet, a screwdriver, and a flashlight beside him. Working with any sort of tools in a biocontainment suit was like swimming in molasses—possible, but certainly no fun. The targets were the screws securing the slotted front grate of ...
Only the last few rows of the hall were empty, and people were still trickling in. The three Boston television stations, representing the big three networks, each had a pod of lights, a video man, and a reporter set between the low stage and first row of seats. Although Sarah rarely watched telev...
It was just after eight in the morning when Abby pulled up in front. The previous evening she had succeeded in convincing an operator that there was a medical emergency that required her to speak with Ezra Black in Feather Falls. The tycoon had spoken with her, although he was clearly annoyed wit...
Sculpted along a narrow valley between two massive granite escarpments, the layout was short but exceedingly tight, and members still delighted in recalling the day in sixty-two when Sam Snead, playing an exhibition round from the championship tees, shot an eighty-six and lost two balls. It was e...
Terry Gilligan, something of a mascot on the neurosurgical service because of his dense brogue and infectious wit, was dead. His cardiac arrest had occurred during the early-morning hours and was intractable to the heroic efforts first of the nurses, then of the entire code team. He had been on a...