Of course. I glanced at Lucy on the deck. She and Ben were at the rail. Ben was pointing at something far down the canyon and yakking, but Lucy seemed neither to hear him nor to see. As if the other p...
Kyle was my friend. You have to take care of your friends.
Jonna Lester slapped hard at the couch, then threw the glass pipe to the floor. She stamped both feet. Mad. Life really sucks. That’s true, I said. But think of it this way. She squinted at me, and I...
Jack met Kwan’s eyes, glanced away, then looked back. Jack nodded once, kind of like saying hi, but Kwan did not respond. His lean face was all planes and angles, and as warm as a granite mask. He als...
In the desert. How you looked at your father. Not looking to see him, but to see if he was paying attention. He was focused on Bud and his lawyer and me, so you would say something outrageous to get h...
In the back seat, Khalil Haddad leaned forward. Haddad was a thin, dark Yemeni drug runner who had been hauling khat into Mexico before the cartels shut him down. Now, he worked for the Syrian like Or...
In fact, it wasn’t evidence at all, but I didn’t want to be a defeatist.
I said, What is this place? Old date farm. This building here is where they used to box up the shit and load it onto trucks. Rows
I nodded. I mean, God, I’m paid to advise other people, am I not? I nodded again. Getting a lot of nod practice tonight.
Holman studied the two cops. They were both in their thirties with solid builds and burnished faces as if they spent time outdoors. They were fit men and young, but neither had Holman’s heavy shoulder...
Holman felt the slowness coalesce into a kind of distant calm.
For the longest time, Mimi Warren did not move, then she looked at me and said, I don’t feel anything. I said, Kid, you’ve had so much done to you that the part that feels went dead a long time ago. M...
First irate Russian thugs, now irate federal cops. Maybe Rod Serling was next.
Erté painting
Don’t tell her what I found here, okay? I want to tell her. Whatever you want. I have to go. Pike
Detective Sergeant Lincoln Gibbs was a tall, thin African-American with mocha-colored skin, a profoundly receding hairline, and tortoiseshell spectacles. He looked like a college professor, which was...
As he said it, the girl’s door opened and Larkin stepped out. She was puffy with sleep, and still wore only the bra and the tiny green thong. She didn’t look so wild. Pike touched his lips with a fing...
Adults always wonder what to say and how to say it when they're talking to a child. You want to be wise, but all you are is a child yourself in a larger body. Nothing is ever what it seems. The things...
A short man who himself had been an attorney before becoming a broadcast journalist shouted, Jonathan? Is it true that evidence found in the house exculpates Theodore Martin in the murder of his wife?...
A shopping bag from a local hobby store contained kits for making buzzers and doorbells. Jugs of liquid resin and rolls of plastic food wrap sat beside the bag, and a mini-loaf baking pan was wedged b...