I said, I ain’t buyin’ no chocolate covered cherries.” “Oh, come on. You know you want to.”D shook his head like Jack was just too much to be believed. “I do not either want to,...

D stared out the window, shoving down the feeling that it might be real nice to sit here and tell Jack Francisco everything about himself, confess things he’d never told nobody, just to feel like...

Get more ammo. Ammo is good.

He paused at the bedroom door, shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and walked right out like it was any other morning, and he and Jack would be having breakfast as if they hadn’t...

And how do you really feel?Like I’ll never recover. Like I’ll never draw another breath without half of it being a wish for him.

Jack is somewhere in this city, right now. The thought was like passing by a house where someone was grilling in the back yard. You could smell it, but it wasn’t yours, and you couldn’t...