Excerpt: The Last Island

From Chapter 1 “Where you stayin’?” Martin asked me the next day at the taverna. I told him about the tiny widow. “She with Giannopoulos or Papakakis?” “Don’t know.” “Hope she’s not with Papakakis.” “Why’s that?” “You’re with Giannopoulos.” “I didn’t know that.” “Doesn’t matter, you are.” I looked about the taverna and saw the … Continue reading Excerpt: The Last Island

Excerpt: Silk for the Feed Dogs

ST MARTIN’S “Send that stupid Irish bitch in here!” My pencil swerved across the graph paper, tearing a hole in it. A door slammed a little way down the corridor. The sound of scurrying footsteps. That could only mean me. I was the only Irish bitch she could be referring to. Jesus, I wasn’t ready. … Continue reading Excerpt: Silk for the Feed Dogs