“He was a short, squat Sicilian who brought to mind a horse turd…”
“When the local delinquents tried to take my coin, I fought like a wet cat, twisting, biting, clawing. And usually winning.”
“the moon a wicked smirk,”
“Mavereen’s finger rises to point down the hallway. It’s an inexorable gesture. A sunrise. There is no arguing with it.”