“A vision flashed across Nick’s mind. It was the image of a lipstick kiss his wife left for him on the mirror that morning. It hung there like the single digit sum to the chalkboard-crammed equation of his life.” — Gary Ponzo Copy Share Image
“What happened to the perp?” “Perp?” “The piece of crap who tried to kill my wife. Where is he now?” There was a pause, then, “Well, uh, you see, the guy—he’s in the parking lot right now.” “What’s he doing… — Gary Ponzo Copy Share Image
“A vision flashed across Nick’s mind. It was the image of a lipstick kiss his wife left for him on the mirror that morning.… — Gary Ponzo Copy Share Image
“Thomas,” the boss said. “How’s your father doing?” “He’s good, Sal.” Always the family questions first. That was Sal Demenci’s style. He could be… — Gary Ponzo Copy Share Image
“What happened to the perp?” “Perp?” “The piece of crap who tried to kill my wife. Where is he now?” There was a pause,… — Gary Ponzo Copy Share Image
“Matt was the antidote to fear and trepidation. It was as if he’d become so acquainted with death that he could sit in its… — Gary Ponzo Copy Share Image
“Consider their role models,” Nick said. “You can’t change the tide with an oar.” — Gary Ponzo Copy Share Image
“Sometimes even common sense needs to come from a different voice before you recognize it.” — Gary Ponzo Copy Share Image
