Looking down at the boy strapped to the metal table before her, Kiva Meridan leaned in close and whispered, “Take a deep breath.”
Her baby’s fingers look like small furled leaves and Louise lifts them to her lips to kiss.
No one suspected the blond boy’s cargo as he drove his crude pony cart through the streets of Charleston.
Aggie unfolded the piece of paper and lifted it onto the tip of her forefinger.
From her early years we’d made a few trips together on Rough Guide research assignments to destinations in Europe.
Discarded medical equipment litters the floor: surgical tools blistered with rust, broken bottles, jars, the scratched spine of an old invalid chair.
I stood in the darkness of my living room, my knuckles white, my fingers tense around the sticky rubber handle of my Little League baseball bat, staring out the window into the night, trying desperately to protect my wife
‘The full moon rose over us,’ Layla sang, while she carefully joined two pieces of metal together in the broiling, cramped welding bay.
Umiko Wada wasn’t a private detective. She just worked for one.
‘More fizz, anyone? Dad – how about you? You’re not even driving, so no excuses.’
Tokyo Station is packed. It’s been a while since Yuichi Kimura was here last, so he isn’t sure if it’s always this crowded.
Carra Finlay stood under the clothesline and watched in dismay as all her dreams blew away in the wind.
