"Worse?" Landry asks. "How so?

Coach Taylor shifts in his chair. "He was threating to reveal something about her if she didn't have sex with him."

Who would dare…Coach's daughter? "Reveal what?"

"Is this really necessary? Let's leave it at that."

"Coach, I'm not looking to juice the Dillon small town gossip grapevine here. This is Seattle. I'm a ( Read more... )

Detective Clarke insists on interviewing his old coach alone, so he doesn't have his new pavement-pounding partner with him today. He smiles at his own alliteration. Pavement-pounding partner. Pretty clever, that. Well, she has something of the street walker in her, all right, the way she insists on dressing. Back when he was on the Lions, Tinker ( Read more... )

The man in the long brown trench coach comes and stands over the body.

"Detective, look at this," says the woman in high heels, tight, revealing red blouse, and a black skirt that he thinks is way too short for professional work - - unless we're talking about the oldest profession in existence. He can't take her seriously in that get up. "What do ( Read more... )