They’d been on the train for five hours before Arlen Wagner saw the first of the dead men.
The governor-elect of Arizona smiled at Officer Heather English, though it took some help from a gust of wind to pucker his cheeks and lift the corners of his mouth. That was because his skin had been tacked to a weathered wooden wall to cure.
There were times when Lady Frederick Staines, nee Miss Penelope Deveraux, deeply regretted her lack of a portable rack and thumbscrews.
The blood on the wall was way too crimson. Didn’t really look like blood. Looked more like cardinal root extract.
The first time my hand was kissed “a la francaise” was in the Napoleon III salon of the Elysee Palace. The one doing the kissing was the president of France.
Danger doesn’t always greet with bared fangs. Sometimes it seduces with a willowy caress, a sigh of pleasure, and then turns carnivorous with whipcrack intensity. Falling in love is the same.