“YOU know about them, right?” She allowed me barely a second to reply before she added, “Come on.” She punctuated the plea with a hurried sigh, a little huff that I found more plaintive than insistent. “Don’t play opaque shrink with me, please. I don’t have … time. Just tell me you know about them.” [...]
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Appointments With Death
Posted in Summer Thrillers on September 7, 2009 |
Guy Walks Into a Bar…
Posted in Summer Thrillers on September 7, 2009 |
SHE was about 19. No older. Maybe younger. An insurance company would have given her 60 more years to live. I figured a more accurate projection was 36 hours, or 36 minutes if things went wrong from the get-go. She was blond and blue-eyed, but not American. American girls have a glow, a smoothness, from [...]
Body of Work
Posted in Summer Thrillers on September 7, 2009 |
THE scrabble of rodents on the roof is only mimicry, the work of wind and weeping willows. James Brecht thinks the sound is made by slithering ropes dangling from a hovering helicopter. He fears a SWAT team might soon descend. When I note that we can hear no engine noise or rotor blades, Brecht says, [...]
A Prison of Her Own Making
Posted in Summer Thrillers on September 7, 2009 |
“NOT for nothing, Mike, but it’s a little early for ‘Strangers in the Night.’” “It’s never too early for Frank.” “Yeah, it is.” “Just don’t think of this as a precedent,” Mike says, and soon after his gray ponytail dips beneath the bar, Sinatra’s ’60s hit skids to a halt. Darlene O’Hara smiles appreciatively, palms [...]
