| The Listener From across the crowded food court, Leigh couldn’t see the woman's ears, only the gaudy, diamond-studded loops that dangled from them. But she could see Enoch at the next table, staring, his eyes fixed upon the woman like a hawk’s targeting a field mouse. The woman was on a cell phone talking a whirlwind, free hand flying, guffawing so loudly that patrons at other tables aimed disgusted looks her way. She was a large woman with big hair. Her rosy cheeks shook when she laughed and the skin hanging from her chin reminded Leigh of a rooster’s beard. The woman oozed money. And she had Enoch’s attention, which meant she’d be dead by midnight. Click here to finish the first chapter of The Listener. |
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| The Shooting Season With a sense of dread working its way from the very depths of his gut, Detective Greg Rush stood just inside the crime scene tape and observed the building mass of humanity. The crowd of onlookers stood quietly, reverently, as though each of them knew that either Rush or his partner had just been sentenced to death. And one of them probably had. Although not yet confirmed, there was no doubt in Rush's mind that the body lying forty yards away was that of a doctor. Then, over the next month, a lawyer would be gunned down, followed by a judge, and finally one of the homicide detectives assigned to investigate the first three shootings. Which meant him, probably. Or Rick Chinbroski, who stood beside him, face tight with stress, sweat running in rivulets out of his flattop. Click here to read the rest of the first chapter of The Shooting Season. |
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