Halfway through my steak I caught sight of myself in the mirror behind the bar. I looked like someone who ought to eat alone. I didn’t look in the mirror again.
You know that you can’t predict and you can’t expect that you should have predicted. You do the best you can, as decently as you can, and you accept the consequences.
I took my .38 out and looked to see that there were bullets in all the proper places. I knew there would be, but it did no harm to be careful. And I’d seen Clint Eastwood do it once in the movies.
tape on and the car trembled with percussion all the way to Saugus, where Hawk pulled into a Martignetti’s off Route 1 and bought three
You do the best you can, as decently as you can, and you accept the consequences.
Hawk drifted around behind me in $5000 worth of clothes earning his $150 a day. We saw nothing interesting. We
I was in my office tilted back in my chair with my feet up drinking a cup of coffee and eating my second corn muffin
Dewar’s and water,
Susan always claimed that when I ate a sub I looked like I’d fought with it.
There was no way to tell, looking at me, that I only had $387 in the bank. Three-piece