In a tale that spans two generations, an American living in West Germany travels to Nuremberg, where he meets the man who fired the final--but unrecorded--shot of World War II. By the author of
Pat Coyne is back. Injured in the line of duty, he is now out of work with too much time on his hands. Living alone, he’s become more obsessive and volatile, developing a fetish for women’s knickers. When a body washes up on the docks, the prime ...
The palm trees give the street a holiday atmosphere. There must be something in the soil they like. They have straight leaves that get a bit ragged, with split ends. At night you hear them rattling in the wind. The n...