In ordinary detective novels you never see the consequences of what happens in a story in the next book. That you do in mine.

Harley-Davidson," she said. "Sweet.

To Sally, who showed me the benefits of the sport of golf.

When their love was not reciprocated, it could quickly turn to violent hatred.

I believe that everyone has it in them to kill another person. In desperation, or hatred, or at least to defend themselves.

Martin was dafter than a syphilitic polecat - where do I get these metaphors from?

The whole organization seemed to be in free fall, indulging in a collective fantasy in which experienced colleagues refused to admit that their every movement, every decision that was made and implemented, only led them one step closer to the abyss.