Monday, August 15, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011

- Bill Crews
- Frankie Hardwick
Reporters get to know a community quickly. The job demands familiarity.
Frankie had discovered that a certain satisfaction results from knowing your neighbors, greeting shopkeepers by name, and feeling like an active participant in local affairs. Yes, it can all be very satisfying, except when you've just stolen a co-worker's car.
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Tags: Skip Tracer, Gordon Young, crime fiction
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Monday, August 1, 2011
Walker eased the car out of the Oak tree’s protective shade and rolled into the curtain of sharp-angled glare. The sun was blinding, and he fumbled for the Ray Bans in the seat next to him. Instead of birds, he could only hear the numbing buzz of cicadas now, and he noticed the heat wavering off the blacktop of the center’s parking lot, where
Facione’s Mercedes was still the only car taking up space. Everything seemed antiseptically clear now in the bright light. Walker was scared.
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Tags: Skip Tracer, Gordon Young, crime fiction
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Monday, July 25, 2011
Walker bought the first round. In most social settings, buying rounds was a good thing. It showed trust and generosity. It indicated the fun was going to last. It was a contract of sorts, a social contract, made binding by alcohol. But the fiscal dynamics of four low-paid journalists buying rounds was more complicated.
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Tags: Skip Tracer, Gordon Young, crime novel
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Monday, July 18, 2011
Walker's crack baby story ran on Wednesday, May 8, and
Frankie read it while he sat at his desk that morning.
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Monday, July 11, 2011

- Bill Crews
- Frankie Hardwick
As
Paige racked up an impressive number of bad dates over the next few weeks,
Frankie started looking forward to Monday morning debriefings with her. Even though he hadn’t been on an actual date in almost a year, he felt like he was emerging as an appealing alternative to the collection of flawed offerings she encountered.
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Tags: Skip Tracer, Gordon Young, crime fiction
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Monday, July 4, 2011
Just about every alternative newspaper has an evil element lurking deep within its tabloid-sized soul. It’s called a “Special Section.” Inevitably, this is a large advertorial inserted into the paper disguised as real copy. Bars & Clubs! Fall Fashion! Special Gardening Issue! Super Wedding Planner Pull-Out! Coping with Alzheimer’s! Masturbate with Style!
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Tags: Skip Tracer, Gordon Young, crime fiction
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Monday, June 27, 2011
In his post-shower elation,
Walker came close to confronting
Bridgett about
Facione, but he stopped himself. She hadn’t been that affectionate, that spontaneous about sex, in a long time. He couldn’t bring himself to ruin it. He wished he’d never agreed to work for Futch, and he blamed that decision for his current situation. The confusion set in again, the waffling, the indecision. What was he supposed to do? For the first time that he could remember, he missed his dad. He wished he could get his advice on this. Even if he chose to reject it, he wanted the option of talking to someone who never seemed unsure of himself, except maybe when he was playing catch.
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Tags: Skip Tracer, Gordon Young, crime fiction
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Monday, June 20, 2011
The next morning, Walker woke up on the couch. He didn’t remember falling asleep. There was a blanket on him and he was clutching one of the feather pillows from the upstairs bedroom. He sat up slowly, groggy and disoriented. There was something to be worried about. For a few seconds he couldn’t remember what, then the image of Bridgett and Facione flashed in his head.
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Tags: Skip Trace, Gordon Young, crime novel
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Monday, June 13, 2011
Walker didn’t remember much about the drive home from the Facione stakeout.
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