Read from the beginning Was everyone but me in some mafia outfit? How did I get left out? Driving in the Lancia with its top open to the constant rush of wind meant that it was very difficult to have a conversation all those times we were traversing around Ohio and...
Read from the beginning As the blanket of silence returned following the four pistol shots, time stood still. My already wounded head was now spinning and I fought to keep from passing out. I didn’t know what was going through Dimity’s head, but after a couple...
Read from the beginning Why I’d bothered to stop at a red light at 2 a.m. in a contraband racing vehicle in a town in the American Midwest, I couldn’t say. The Beaux Voyous sure weren’t bothering about the traffic laws. A familiar white Bugatti racer flew past us...
Read from the beginning “Hold it—dreams?” Ringo said. “Better to tell me about them now.” My head was still reeling from the revelation of the sinister figure of Poignard, some kind of global puppet master of the underworld. His name suggested he was French. Was he a...
