“He slowed down at Santa Monica Boulevard, edging around a bedraggled old lady who wore a pink Afro wig and a long skirt dragging the pavement behind her. She turned to hiss at the police car and rattle the shopping… — Mar Preston Copy Share Image
“Mason’s thoughts went to what he’d do if his own nine-year-old were seventeen. If Haley needed a ride home, and somehow he couldn’t pick her up, he’d get a buddy to do it. Hire a babysitter to go get her… — Mar Preston Copy Share Image
“Mason was looking hard at the men of the Safak family, but they’d alibied out—so far. Even the hottest case went cold without a… — Mar Preston Copy Share Image
“He slowed down at Santa Monica Boulevard, edging around a bedraggled old lady who wore a pink Afro wig and a long skirt dragging… — Mar Preston Copy Share Image
“He thought of the kittens his cat Spike had birthed in his linen closet. Spike was the cat he’d thought was a fixed male.… — Mar Preston Copy Share Image
“He crowded down the surge of feeling that distracted him from the task at hand.” — Mar Preston Copy Share Image
“That raised Mason’s eyebrows and gave him something different to think about as he headed in for his meeting. He was hardly above enjoying… — Mar Preston Copy Share Image
“interrupted, he would fall silent, then began his sentence again in exactly the same place to tell it in his own way, at his… — Mar Preston Copy Share Image
“At this Bagatur hurled himself to the floor, prostrated himself, and began to pray, a high-pitched babble of pleading. It wasn’t English. He was… — Mar Preston Copy Share Image
“Okay,” Mason said, feeling a surge of hope. The protocol now was to force the hostage- taker to make decisions about trivial things like… — Mar Preston Copy Share Image
“dirt lane ran behind these old double lots built for beach cottages early in the last century. Back then not every house had flush… — Mar Preston Copy Share Image
“Mason’s thoughts went to what he’d do if his own nine-year-old were seventeen. If Haley needed a ride home, and somehow he couldn’t pick… — Mar Preston Copy Share Image
“She crossed her arms and frowned. “He doesn’t care about her. That’s what I think. Nobody cared about that girl. She was exploited. I’ll… — Mar Preston Copy Share Image
“He had once waited for Ginger outside the yoga studio and surreptitiously watched through a window. She and her friend Caroline had twisted themselves… — Mar Preston Copy Share Image
