Quinn ran her fingers across the instep of Russell’s left foot. The boy shook his head. “Do it harder.” She complied, watching his face for a sign. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling in fierce concentration. “Russell?” ...
Nora huddled in the small basement under the cabin, listening for the return of the footsteps, but they did not come. There was nothing. She lit a kerosene lamp, keeping the wick small so that it wouldn’t throw too much light, and went to the shelves on the wall. Some cann...
Alan Costa said when Houston walked into the emergency room. Costa was seated at a table with a stack of clipboards in front of him, filling out E.R. charts. “We weren’t expecting to see you again for awhile.” “No?” “Say, about three months.” Costa ...