They’re Wildcat Sport XTs. Four-stroke engines, double A-arm suspension, front differential locks. Those babies can haul ass. Which isn’t going to mean a thing, Paul said, when you ram straight into a...
It’s true. We get these hormonal urges to tear down corrupt corporations and send entitled billionaire assholes to prison. I shrugged. Women, right?
In a week marred by death and pain, I’d found a single red rose growing in the ruins. I’d take the thorns as they came.
When Harmony Black and her task force came to town, my girlfriend promised she’d find the best lawyer around. That was Perkins. He was so slick he didn’t have fingerprints—literally—and I’d gotten the...
Well, the only person I really have to impress is Sullivan, and from what I heard he wasn’t keen on spending too much time having a deep conversation with the guy. Hopefully he’ll overlook it. And if...
Ugh. She rolled her eyes. Ever wonder why that's the conversational default? People always want to know your job. Not what you love, what you hate, but what you do to earn money. What does that say ab...
Tonight, Lauren Carmichael and her followers are going to open the Etruscan Box. If she succeeds, it’s pretty much game over for the entire planet. Not that we’ll be around to worry about it, because...
This was the real blues, down-home raw and ragged, drenched with sweat and sex and the bloodied edge of a switchblade.
Sunrise came like a stampede of bulls, kicking me out of bed and into the shower as my mind lurched into high gear.
Solitary confinement? That’s where they stick you. Hell, you can do your whole sentence in solitary. Pros: you won’t get stabbed. Cons: you’ll probably go insane from the isolation.
Ski masks might be traditional attire for a burglary, but buying four of them when there was no snow on the ground was a great way to stand out like a sore thumb. Believe it or not, cops follow up on...
She pointed at our hands. Are you two rutting? That is so gross. Justine stood next to her with her mouth agape. You are so gross. No, Caitlin said, grinning. We’re holding hands. What I did with your...
She had personal details about my relationships that only my close friends should have known. So you’ve got a stalker, I said to my reflection in the rearview mirror. And she eats people. Great.
Pix? I said. Pretend for a second that I’m not a hacker. I’m a jobber in a tag-team cage match against John Cena and The Rock. My partner just got laid out cold with a folding chair, and the referee i...
Now you’ve brought him in for a burglary that, unless I’m mistaken, didn’t actually take place. He was in the process of breaking into the building, she said. We caught him in the act. Somehow, his sm...
Nobody answered. I put my thumb on the hammer of my gun and cocked it back. A meaningless gesture on most modern pistols, but thanks to Hollywood it got the point across. I’ve got four hostages here,...
Jenna Rearden thinks you might be the Devil. Yet here you are. I finished my drink. Lucky for you, I only take payment in cash. I folded the envelope into my pocket, rose, and shook his hand. His grip...
I’m going to find out who Amber is. We’ve got to get to her before he does. My head swirled with maybes. Maybe Tony would lose his nerve. Maybe he’d drag his heels just a little longer. Maybe he’d sho...
I’d rather be hopeful and wrong than jaded and right.
In my experience, the handoff was the most dangerous part of a deal. If your client decided to pay you in bullets instead of cash, this was where it would go down.