“Shouldering the duffel bag with the Marine Corps bulldog, Old Man knocked Jan's photo off the bed table. He turned to stone staring down at the photo. His face then splintered into hurt. Tears seeped into his eyes. He grappled… — Ed Lynskey Copy Share Image
“From Chapter 1: The main rub was the lack of RnR and I burned out. Three years and three stripes later, I ejected from the MP Corps, vowing I'd never do police or criminal investigative work again. Instead, I returned… — Ed Lynskey Copy Share Image
“Payne sought clarification. “Vertical or horizontal?” “Horizontal, of course.” “Sorry but I can’t help you.” “Will you pipe down for a minute? Naturally she… — Ed Lynskey Copy Share Image
“I cadged a complimentary green matchbook with a gold bird icon from the Bell canning jar. Later we'd use the matches to light our… — Ed Lynskey Copy Share Image
“Petey Samson gave the ladies an over-the-shoulder glance. He realized no doggie treat was forthcoming, even from Isabel who was usually the soft mark… — Ed Lynskey Copy Share Image
“Sheriff Fox was running his fingers through his thin hair. In a few short years, he’d look bald as a peeled apple. The Snoop… — Ed Lynskey Copy Share Image
“Shouldering the duffel bag with the Marine Corps bulldog, Old Man knocked Jan's photo off the bed table. He turned to stone staring down… — Ed Lynskey Copy Share Image
“From Chapter 1: The main rub was the lack of RnR and I burned out. Three years and three stripes later, I ejected from… — Ed Lynskey Copy Share Image
“Quote is taken from Chapter 1: A decade ago when Isabel’s husband Max had died, they’d moved in together and merged their possessions. Neither… — Ed Lynskey Copy Share Image
