About five feet six inches tall. Around fifty years old. A light brown beard trimmed to give his fleshy face the illusion of a jaw line. A white, broad brimmed fedora tilted to the left. He held himself with a forced elegance, with one hand dipped in the pocket of his white cashmere overcoat. The...
He’d stopped by his place first so he could change into a shirt and blazer before heading uptown. The Mark Bar wasn’t the type of place you trudged into in a parka and gloves, not even when the weather called for it. Not for the kind of role he’d be playing, anyway. He had no problem spotting Tal...
I’d seen my share of action in France during the war. On another hot day, in Belleau Wood near the Marne, the air had been filled with gunpowder and blood and broken, screaming men. I’d trampled and crawled over my own dead and wounded, just so I could kill the Kraut bastards who were trying to k...
The icon for the Ford Expedition stayed on the shoulder of the highway. The distance between them grew, with the SUV’s icon moving toward the lower edge of his screen until it was off the map. Hicks was encouraged. Maybe Stephens had listened to reason after all. The left lane began to slow as th...