Jon likes to think his problems began when the coffee shop across the street opened up. In all honesty, though, they began the day Frank moved in with Gerard a month before Valentine’s Day.* Sequel to Jon’s Bookstore.
A funeral is really the wrong place to learn you’ve inherited a business.*
Most of the other penguins would roll their eyes at the little kid sliding happily over the ice and singing wordless songs at the top of his lungs, but Patrick didn’t care.*
“Eames.” Arthur resists shoving a hand through his hair. “We can’t just go around looking like—”
“Like teenagers?” Eames’ smile gets disgustingly wide.*
Two months before the end of sophomore year, Arthur lets Ariadne talk him into “making an appearance” at a party held by the captain of the soccer team, way to hell and gone out in the suburbs. The house is over-sized, the music too loud, and no one, save a half dozen people, can remember Arthur’s name. It’s pretty much his idea of hell.
And that’s all before he chugs four beers in the kitchen to avoid talking to anyone and somehow ends up in a closet during an impromptu game of Seven Minutes in Heaven.*
“Just for that, you’re buying the damned popcorn,” Eames replies.
Arthur ducks his head slightly, glancing out the window. “Such a gentleman,” he mocks, but without any heat.* Sequel to Dreams Are For Rookies.
“Eames, I don’t know what dictionary you’re working out of, but my definition of ‘favor’ does not entail asking someone you despise to play escort to your family’s Christmas party.”
Eames glares at him. “I’m not asking you to play escort, merely be my date.”*
A notorious serial killer returns after a three-year hiatus, reminding Detective Arthur Moss of the infamous case he couldn’t close. But when the FBI becomes involved, Arthur is forced to work side-by-side once again with Special Agent Daniel Eames, a man who knows Arthur better than Arthur himself will ever admit. Both men must confront their past and heal old wounds in order to bring a psychopath to justice.*