Robert Quick

"Whoooo!" Jackie whooped into the night, swaying drunkenly to Tiffany's rendition of “I Think We're …

“Well at least this place has a real bed. Stay comfortable, I'll be back.” Lenn said to Liv. He step…

Sheriff Briggs eyed the man leaning against the dark Chevy. The pocket of tobacco in his lip had sta…

Lenn paused at the bedroom door. “I rescued a cat on the way here, a scrawny black and white thing. …

Lamar took a chocolate drumstick out of the waist high freezer and spun out the door, leading with h…

It's dark and the rats are eating my sleep. They feast on my lack growing fat and fearless. I've bee…

“You're shivering.” Liv said.

Lenn pulled away suddenly aware that his clothes, his side of the bed…

Lenn poured soup into the thermos lid that doubled as a cup. “I guess we'll start with broth first. …

Lenn hated the way her spasms, electrified her face in pain. “Oh my God, Liv.”

“It sounds worse tha…

The hallway wasn't long enough to break into a full run and Lenn barely registered the pictures of s…

Together they walked into the softly lit apartment. A half of dozen candles offered warm light and L…

“Come on, man. Just move. I'm not leaving the cat out here in the storm.” Lenn said. “There's no foo…

“My names Lennart Larsson. I'm looking for the occupant of 163 C.”

“Goddamnit, Lenny.” A disgusted …

Three-hundred twenty-three mind-numbing steps later, he had crossed the second street, and followed …

Lenn struggled against currents of howling wind and driving rain so strong they felt like the spirit…