Thursday, June 27, 2013

Opening paragraphs............................

The girl was moody getting out of the car, making a sour face to let him know she hated the shabby house and sun-scorched street smelling of chili and episote.  To him, this anonymous house would serve.  He searched the surrounding houses for threats as he waited for her, clearing the area the way another man might clear his throat.  He felt obvious wearing the long-sleeved shirt.  The Los Angeles sun was too hot for the sleeves, but he had little choice.  He moved carefully to hide what was under that shirt.
-Robert Crais,  The Watchman

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