He hardly even thought of it anymore except when ordering breakfast down at the Bagel Café. He’d sit there across from Bennie Savone, that fat fuck, watching him wolf down ham and scrambled eggs, or French toast with a steaming side of greasy link sausage, and his mouth would actually start to wa...
Sal Cupertine rolled that name around in his mouth. David Cohen. When he was a kid, he hated his own name, probably because every kid on the block had an uncle named Sal. But as he got older, he started to like it, started to see how it conveyed a sense of power and menace, two things he liked, a...
She has a name and Molly and I used it often. We bought her OshKosh overalls. She did not have a vestigial tail. Her eyes were blue and her hair was sandy blond. She slept on her belly. Her fingers looked like tiny sausages. She adored me. She adored Molly. We made mistakes.I am walking along the...
Oh, there were the little things—men who didn’t open doors anymore, bullets jamming in expensive automatic weapons, undercooked fish—but by and large she thought that the best way to live was to be mildly cynical, but not actually to the point that every small injustice became an issue. Dealing w...
In the spy world, this means that you can spot the one person in the crowd who is waiting for you to walk up and say, “The eagle has landed.” In the human body, those messengers are hormones. Just like spies, they are dispersed into the community—in this case, the bloodstr...
If you really want to kill hundreds of people at a time, all you need to do is go to the grocery store and purchase a few different cleaning agents, a box of nails, an artificial fire log, a few pressure cookers and, if you really want to cause problems, put all of those items into a car loaded w...