Malcolm J. Moldowsky could see the ugliness unfolding. It would take all his subterranean talents to save the sugar bill, and he couldn't do it if Dilbeck got caught in a sex scandal. After years of s...
It was inevitable that the poacher and the counterfeiter would bond, sharing as they did a blanket contempt for government, taxes, homosexuals, immigrants, minorities, gun laws, assertive women and ho...
It occurred to Yancy that, in the time they’d known each other, he hadn’t once seen her look at her cell phone. She never texted, tweeted, Facebooked, Instagrammed, or posted a single picture when the...
Hey. Sometimes life is a shit flavored Popsicle.
Eugenie Fonda sat on the balcony of her sixth-floor room, fanning her freshly painted toes and watching the sun melt like sorbet into the Gulf of Mexico. Her third Bacardi was sweating cool droplets t...
Ellis dutifully opens the top half of the bisected lid... and there's Jimmy Stoma. All things considered, he looks pretty darn spiffy. Better, in fact, than he did on some of his album covers. He's so...
Drink your milk,
Coroners made Al Garcia jumpy; they always got so cheery when somebody came up with a fresh way to die.
As she grew older, Erin accepted the fact that her mother was a restless gold digger who would never be happy, never be satisfied. On the other hand, her husbands knew exactly what they were getting a...
Andrew couldn't stand politics and generally detested the senators and congressmen who paid so exorbitantly for his image-shaping skills. Desie came to admire Andrew for hating his own work--only a hi...
Flap opened on one of the tents, and a gangly figure crawled out. It was Mrs. Starch. She rose slowly, brushing herself off, her eyes blazing at the sight of Nick and Marta.
Dude ranch,
By Monroe County Sheriff Sonny Summers said
Ass.
Whether he’s still a threat to innocent doors remains to be seen. By
Whatever happens, I’m glad we ate that bleeping lizard.
Watching the cab speed off, Wahoo’s father looked forlorn. It’s like she’s leaving us twice, he remarked. What are you talking about, Pop? I’m seein’ double, remember? There she goes—and there she goe...
Wahoo feared he would be killed.
Those who ignore history are doomed to get their nuts cut.
Then one morning, while shredding newspapers for the rodent cages, he spotted a headline that would change his destiny: CONGRESS MULLS $8 BILLION PLAN FOR EVERGLADES RESTORATION.