‘Gordon Jacobs …’ Glass’s voice echoed around the columns of City Hall’s marble foyer as they climbed the stairs to Tuesday Reed’s office. He was as bitter, as irascible and stirred as she had ever seen him. ‘Was your Al, teflon-hearted scumbag.’
‘I heard something about it on the radio – ’
‘Blown away in a Safeway parking lot. Now isn’t that some epitaph?’
At the to ...
(read more)
