Day of Atonement
Excerpt
Chapter One
Brooklyn.
Not the honeymoon Decker had imagined.
Twelve grueling months before he'd rack up another two
weeks' vacation time and here he was, alone in a tiny guest
bedroom, his long legs cramped from having slept on too
small a bed, his back sore from lying on a wafer-thin thing
that somebody had mislabeled as a mattress. He'd bunked up
in foxholes that had been bigger than this place. Most of the
floor space was taken up by the pullout sofa bed. The rest of
the furnishings were worn pieces old enough to be antiques,
but not good enough to qualify. A scarred wooden night-stand
was at his right, the digital clock upon it reading out
ten-forty-two. The suitcases had been piled atop an old yellowed
pine bureau adorned with teddy-bear appliqués. The
sofa pillows had been stuffed into the room's only free corner.
On the east wall, two wee windows framed a gray sky.
The honeymoon suite.
Très charmant.
Two days ago, he'd danced blisters on his feet, whooping
his voice raw, carrying his stepsons around on his shoulders.
It had been a wild affair - the drinking a ... read full excerpt from: Day of Atonement ebook
