What do you think?
Rate this book


152 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 1, 2008
Sean chewed his thumb, eyes darting around the precinct room, those bloody fingers tapping out an uneven rhythm on Roger’s desk.
“Stop that”, snapped Roger suddenly.
Sean froze. “What?”
Roger schooled himself to patience, took a deep breath in, and released it slowly. “It can’t be hygienic – or pleasant, either – to have gnawed bloody fingertips all the time.”
Sean lowered his thumb and looked at it as if seeing it for the first time. “Sorry,” he said, sounding angry. He folded his fingers around themselves in his lap and said: “I don’t suppose you have any bad habits?”
Roger raised his eyebrows, typing. He didn’t answer.
"There is a place for everything, Detective Roger Corso believed. And even though, in the chaotic and often grotesquely messy world of Los Angeles homicide, things could be misplaced or badly placed, still there were certain places where certain things most certainly never, and without exception, ever belonged. A mummified corpse did not belong stretched across his living room couch."

Sean’s voice was defensive, and Roger felt, once again, challenged, as if Sean were throwing a dozen Scrabble tiles at him and daring him to read the secret word.
'...Roger’s entire body had been an agonized knot of outrage since he’d crossed his living room and discovered the corpse where his tuxedo pillows were supposed to be...'
'...Sean looked up at him, eyes dark and aroused, and Roger felt the undeniable thud of blood where it ought not to be surging...'
'...Sean’s voice was defensive, and Roger felt, once again, challenged, as if Sean were throwing a dozen Scrabble tiles at him and daring him to read the secret word....'