Chapter One
When Edward Carney said good-bye to his wife, Percey, he never thought it would
be the last time he'd see her.
He climbed into his car, which was parked in a precious space on East
Eighty-first Street in Manhattan, and pulled into traffic. Carney, an observant
man by nature, noticed a black van parked near their town house. A van with
mud-flecked, mirrored windows. He glanced at the battered vehicle and
recognized the West Virginia plates, realizing he'd seen the van on the street
several times in the past few days. But then the traffic in front of him sped
up. He caught the end of the yellow light and forgot the van completely. He was
soon on the FDR Drive, cruising north.
Twenty minutes later he juggled the car phone and called his wife. He was
troubled when she didn't answer. Percey'd been scheduled to make the flight with
him -- they'd flipped a coin last night for the left-hand ... read full excerpt from The Coffin Dancer: A Novel ebook
