Deeper Than the Grave (2014)
“No beginning, no context, only Trey, his hands and mouth, and I knew the wild hammering of his heart for what it really was—fear—even as he buried it in the animal burn of desire. And something was pulling me away from him, and I tried to hold on, but he was smoke between my fingers, and then a sound, rhythmic and insistent… My eyes flew open. I listened harder, heard only pre-dawn shop sounds. I fumbled for my cell phone and checked the time. Barely six a.m. Surely nobody was… And then I heard... it again, this time louder. Knock, knock, knock.
I clambered to the side of the bed and squinted out the bedroom window. There was somebody in the back lot down below, somebody standing at my door. I opened the bedside table and got my .38, thumbing open the cylinder to reveal five rounds. I snapped it shut just as I heard another series of knocks.
I frowned. No-goodniks didn’t usually knock. So I put on my robe, and—with silent apologies to Trey, who had been trying to break me of bad concealed carry habits—shoved the revolver into the front pocket and went downstairs to the back door.MoreLess
I clambered to the side of the bed and squinted out the bedroom window. There was somebody in the back lot down below, somebody standing at my door. I opened the bedside table and got my .38, thumbing open the cylinder to reveal five rounds. I snapped it shut just as I heard another series of knocks.
I frowned. No-goodniks didn’t usually knock. So I put on my robe, and—with silent apologies to Trey, who had been trying to break me of bad concealed carry habits—shoved the revolver into the front pocket and went downstairs to the back door.MoreLess
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