The kitchen is now the official crime scene where the a*******n is believed to have occurred. The crime scene was littered with broken coke bottles, blood, and half-eaten sandwiches on the boys’ plates.
—New York Times, June 10, 1990
New York Times“So, my best case of bourbon?” Emery raised his face to look at Royce, who stood in front of the couch.
“If you don’t mind.” Royce’s eyes twinkled with devilish merriment, but he clapped a palm on Emery’s shoulder with gentle camaraderie. “I’ll be by the house later to pick it up.”
“I’ll have it ready for you,” Emery assured him, and then turned his attention back to Sophie. “Now, little sub, let’s see about that punishment.”
A sensuous light flickered at the back of his eyes, like a lighthouse’s beacon fighting to shine through the depths o
