The Tiger, Part 3
VII. What was her game? If she had the money, why come to me and ask me to find it? I would have considered doing it to throw me off track a motive,…
The Tiger, Part 2
III. The closest any of the names on Fierro’s list of investors came to suggesting underworld connections was Dominick Ruggiero, a fence known to…
The Tiger, Part 1
I. I stared at the little man in the Brooks Brothers suit that was just a tad too long in the sleeves despite the extra padding in the shoulders,…
The Beast
Thomas crept out of the tent that had been his home for the past two months and took a deep breath, allowing the December air, redolent with the…
The Last Escape
Aubrey turned the book over, running his finger along its spine. It seemed to be bound in leather, but there was something not quite right about it.…
Gratuity Optional
What a dump, thought Geno as he pulled the lapels of his rumpled trench coat together over a sweater and two sweatshirts. After all he had done for…
Train to Springfield
I suppose you would have said the man across from me was something of a dandy if it weren’t for the stains on the knees of his trousers and a burn…
Breaking Tuesday
Doug shut off the tractor and sat in the shadow of the plane directly above him. Interposed between him and the noonday sun, it hung there like a…
An Appointment at Hoover’s Gap
It wasn’t the fighting that bothered us as much as it was the waiting. Those long days that dragged out into weeks, and then into months, of sitting…
Keepsake
Ridley Chesterton didn’t think of himself as being sentimental. It had surprised him as much as anyone when he snatched his father’s wind-up pocket…
