What do you want me to do, learn to stutter?
Lots of cops married nurses, Tallow knew. Nurses understood the life: murderous shiftwork, long stretches of boredom, sudden adrenaline spikes, blood everywhere. Tallow almost smiled as he followed hi...
So you shoot people, she said quietly. You're a killer.Me? How?The papers and the police fixed it up nicely. But I don't believe everything I read.Oh, you think I accounted for Geiger - or Brody-or bo...
A check girl in peach-bloom Chinese pajamas came over to take my hat and disapprove of my clothes. She had eyes like strange sins.
IT TOOK a conscious effort for Tallow to keep his hand off his gun as he walked up the apartment building’s stairs. There was no threat here. He told himself that with every step. But every step held...
ON PLAYING back the 911 recording, it’d seem that Mrs. Stegman was more concerned that the man outside her apartment door was naked than that he had a big shotgun.
She looked playful and eager, but not quite sure of herself, like a new kitten in a house where they don't care much about kittens.