From the start she’d said Cecily Rose would need to see her immediately, the minute they entered wherever she was being held in captivity.
I was there all afternoon and then all evening, and then, for reasons I’ll never understand, Alicia begged me to sleep over, saying she just needed to know I was close by.
The curtains were drawn over all the windows looking out onto the street, so there was a feeling of constant twilight, with lamps lit low and muffled conversation.
It was all about waiting, being in limbo. Emil and Alicia wandered like shell shocked ghosts through their house. Friends brought food every day, but neither of them could eat.
Scared out of his wits and feeling extremely vulnerable in his bright red shirt, he had entered the men’s room, his mouth so dry he could barely swallow.
They went into Emil’s study for privacy and Roy pulled a small white envelope from his briefcase.
I was currently living in a world of crime and ugliness, but I didn’t have to be powerless over it and my life didn’t have to go back to unmanageability as it had years ago.
A whole year of unraveling Victor’s story and then, just as things were heating up, scaredy-cat silence? I don’t think so.
Well, it was pretty terrible. When I got to Janet’s house, Donny was there, holding her in his arms, comforting her. The police were there, too. A young cop questioning her. Two others in the ...
I left the house shortly after Roy’s arrival. On the way out, I spotted Victor’s old white Volvo and realized that was the car Roy had used to drive here. For a moment I pictured ...