Swift Vengeance by T. Jefferson Parker

Author:T. Jefferson Parker [Parker, T. Jefferson]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Thriller
ISBN: 9780735212695
Google: rGCOtAEACAAJ
Amazon: B077R9NYVL
Barnesnoble: B077R9NYVL
Goodreads: 37003171
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 2018-08-21T05:00:00+00:00

GOOD MANNERS AND PERSONAL HYGIENE

NO VIOLENCE, REAL OR IMPLIED

NO DRUGS

NO STEALING

QUIET MIDNIGHT TO NOON

RENT DUE FIRST OF MONTH

NO EXCEPTIONS

“They started out serious,” I said. “But now I’m not so sure. I haven’t had any rotten renters yet.”

“What about possession of guns and knives?” he asked.

“Implied by rule two,” I said, thinking: Interesting, the knives.

“Alcohol?”

“Rule one.”

“Obscenity and lewd conduct?”

“Rules one and five.”

I smiled, but Rasha didn’t. “Why is it that when I go online and to the Fallbrook Village News, I find no information about rentals here?”

“It’s all word of mouth,” I said. Which was true.

“Casita three is open?”

“Three and four,” I said. “People tend to sit tight for the holidays.”

“May I see one?”

“No. They’re not ready for tenants yet.”

He gave me a dark look. Maybe darker than the moment required. Maybe that was part of Lindsey refusing a second date. As much as fearing her own attraction.

“Do you love her?” asked Rasha.

I’d wondered if that question was coming. “As a friend.”

“But as more, when she was here?”

“Friends then and now.”

“You were so close to her beauty and power,” he said, eyes brightening. “You must have wanted them.”

I remembered the near-total wreck that was Lindsey Rakes when I first saw her at the roulette wheel that night. And the long weeks here as she tried and failed and tried again to put herself back together. She was beautiful in her damage, yes. Powerful? No. She was staggering. I had wanted to help her, and respectful distance was required.

“I tried to help her put herself back together,” I said.

“For yourself?”

“For her.”

“You behaved well.”

I looked out to the barnyard, and the long driveway leading away from Rancho de los Robles, then up to two red-shouldered hawks keening as they circled the pond.

“Now,” I said. “Why don’t you tell me about the UCI frat party in ’98? When you were arrested for brandishing a janbiya.”

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.