Exclusive Look Inside: The Texas Tower Sniper
This One Is Mine The only time that Charlie felt whole was when he had a gun in his hands. Guantanamo was far from the comforts of Florida, but the swampy heat and the tension of the trigger against his finger felt like home. The M3 Carbine wasn’t the deer rifle that he was used…
Exclusive Look Inside: The Curse
Wash Away Your Sins Mama was acting strange. In itself, that wasn’t so strange. Mama was always a little bit off-kilter, but this weird interlude still stood out from the crowd. It was hard to say exactly when Mama started acting strange because it had always been the background noise to their life together. Not…
Exclusive Look Inside: The Townhouse Massacre
The Tyranny of Whores Shirley Anne Speck was a whore, and that was all there was to it. No, not Speck. Malone. That bitch didn’t deserve to carry the same name as Richard’s saint of a mother. How dare she treat him this way? Leaving him just because he wasn’t around for a few days.…
Exclusive Look Inside: Buried Beneath the Boarding House
Mama Knows Best The first time that Peggy came to the house on F Street, she had no idea what to expect. Usually, the lodging houses in Sacramento that were willing to take in the homeless and the addicted were one bad day away from demolition — some slum lord’s last attempts to squeeze a…
Exclusive Look Inside: Kill ‘Em All
Lost at Sea Carl wanted him before he even knew why. There were plenty of sailors in the bars of New York each night, and there was a lot to be said about the appeal of a man in uniform. Even just the appeal of the uniform itself had been enough to tempt Carl into…
Exclusive Look Inside: Black Widow
Domestic Goddess Smooth jazz crackled out of the radio on the kitchen windowsill, and Nannie hummed right along with it. Funny to think that just a few years back that kind of music was the province of rebels and teens, when now you could hear it with the turn of a knob. The late afternoon…
Exclusive Look Inside: Man-Eater
All that Kathy ever wanted was for somebody to love her as much as she loved them. After a brief tussle, David was on top of her again, his sweat trickling down on her as he thrust inside her over and over. All of that weight—the mechanical inevitability of each thrust and groan—was like riding…