Good Friend Gordon
“I saw the head lying in a ditch bordering Darrell Bennet’s farm. A man’s head. Short hair. Even features. Mid-thirties.”
“I saw the head lying in a ditch bordering Darrell Bennet’s farm. A man’s head. Short hair. Even features. Mid-thirties.”
“Cindy looked at her husband’s toes and wondered how he would react if she cut the little ones off.”
Chapter 1 The tin of eggs was unappetizing. Maxine hadn’t even dumped them onto a plate. The Claw was so much more appealing. It sat in a drawer by the sink—a crab-like titanium glove resting on five legs, whispering an invitation. She could almost hear the promise of paradise as she imagined her hand slipping…
How far will obsession take Mara when her relationship with Johanna has ended?
“Con games, whether they be long or short, ain’t in my wheelhouse. I shoulda grabbed hold of that idea when my first con shit the bed.”
“Nobody had expected Sonia to die. At fifty-seven she was the backbone of the family. But her strength was no match for the massive cerebral hemorrhage that struck during her weekly trip to the market.”