Matt dashed past the thatch-faced doorman, bounded up the spiral staircase and came to another door. Late again. Sweat in
You haven’t heard this one? says Cousin Fie. It happened years back at the college. True story. This girl, a
“Isn’t it beautiful?” Clara asked. The full moon shimmered in her eyes as she looked out over the dark water.
Henry Mancini’s Spook drifted across the semi-dark dance floor. Mancini. Smooth jazz with a touch of noir lurking deep between
Vernon pulls out his cell, thumbs the speed dial, listens through the rings. He knows she’s there, knows she’s looking
It seemed like an open and shut case. Simple, really. Elderly woman with Alzheimer’s wanders off, falls in the lake.
The Sacramento’s last port of call was Vladivostok, far on the periphery of eastern Russia. They were presently riding off
Pelicans. Seven or eight of them, in echelon. Their shadows skated along the sand, the docks and beached boats. Rising,