The Innocents: Part Nine

Click here for previous installments   SIXTEEN   Wil waited until they’d finished breakfast to explain about the danger; afterward, in the silence, he took her hand. “I just think it would be a good idea for you to stay with your parents. A few days, Leese....

The Innocents: Part Eight

Click here for previous installments   FOURTEEN   It was the honking that brought him out of it, forcing him to notice the guy behind him in the jacked-up stepside. The driver was gesturing at the car’s length that had opened up, leaning out now, yelling...

The Innocents: Part Seven

Click here for previous installments   TWELVE   The man in the ragged fatigue jacket sidled over to the white car and eased in. “Classy,” Wil said. “Explains the naked vagrant I saw back there.” Mo Epstein eyed Wil’s stained bomber jacket, jeans, and scuffed...

The Innocents: Part Six

Click here for previous installments   TEN   Wil aimed the .45 and fired; a plume of reddish dirt rose and fell with a clatter of stones. Aiming again, he squeezed off another round: Fifty feet away, the soup can jerked in the air and clinked against the...

The Innocents: Part Five

Click here for previous installments   EIGHT   Leonardo Guerra put the phone back in the onyx cradle. Sunlight slanting through the French doors illuminated the smoke from his cigar, an exceptionally fine Havana. For a moment he watched it waft upward toward...