I sat thinking while inside the Jeep while Marlowe waited to find out if he was to live or die. There was no real decision to make. His firing at me, even though he wasn’t a sniper, should have taken me out earlier, no matter how I dodged and squirmed. Short-range...
I had to get away from the office, people, and everything that might allow me to continue to communicate with the outside world. I was not ready for any of it and whatever I said to anyone would be a mistake. The side entrance to the short hall that allowed me to come...
STURGIS It was 1993, and I was headed from Albuquerque to Madison, Wisconsin. I was driving a 1989 Range Rover with my family. After half the second day on the road we came upon flocks of Harley bike riders going the same way. Tens, hundreds and then thousands of...