Dawson strolled to the bench closest to the end of the pier and sat down. He pulled his greatcoat around himself and didn’t look at the man at the other end of the bench, who was the only other person…

The two men trudged across the dried river bed and back into the plain of yellowed grass. “We’ll be shedding skin like a pair of growing geckoes if we don’t get out of this sun,” said Fred. “It’s just not…

James had been standing in front of the painting for some time when the woman sidl ed up beside him. “I see you like The Whispering Crow,” she said. He glanced at her, noting a strong profile, but the picture…