Reluctantly, he opened his eyes. The motel room in which the detective lay was black, excepting an isosceles triangle of sodium light and the digital clock that told him with bright green numbers that it was half past two in the morning. He had deposited coffee in his stomach throughout the long ...
Urged by the crop of a squat driver, a brace of four horses pulled a green canvas carriage across the plain toward the church. The gazebo’s location south and west of the holy edifice afforded him a view of the right side of the vehicle, traveling northeast from the center of town. In its window ...