Surrounded by sycophants, Russo possessed star power that commanded attention. He wore a cashmere coat slung over his shoulders that, on him, looked neither pretentious nor dramatic. His bodyguard removed it and hung it on a coat rack. Maybe Russo had the same neatness fetish Benny did, he though...
If she doesn’t shut up, I’m gonna whack her.” Blanche Racine huddled blindfolded in the corner of the room, alternating between sniffling and sobbing. “Easy, Harley. She’s a scared old woman. She hasn’t had this much excitement since her wedding nig...
Everything was a jumble. His watch said six. Was that a.m. or p.m.? Today or tomorrow or the day after or a week after? He reached to lift the curtain, and his injury protested. Propping himself up, he tried again and saw a fenced yard in the dim light through the barred window. A dank, musty sme...