The bell jangled with the closing door. The lawyer, all four hundred pounds of him dodged the tourists on the sidewalk and disappeared…
In the dead of winter, light the pyre.
The man with the knife was not a stranger. Bob Polk slumped against the kitchen counter and picked at the debris under his…
Mortimer’s family infested the drawing-room. Plague locusts that stripped bare the silver Charcuterie…
The pair strolled through the shopping district, arms linked as they considered each gaudily lit store entrance. The…