So this week I’m reading Hard Bite, by one “Anonymous-9”, who as far as I know is not one of these guys:
Now a book called Hard Bite probably sounds like a vampire novel, especially given my proclivity for reading (and writing) them, but it’s not. It’s about a man whose daughter was killed (and who was himself severely injured) by a hit-and-run driver, and who now uses his pet monkey as an instrument of vengeance by tracking down and killing other hit-and-run drivers.
Doug leaves the purse where it is and turns to the body. She doesn’t look anything like her driver’s license photo, or the photos in her wallet.
That would be one of the monkey’s victims. She’s not looking or smelling so hot. Several weeks in a canyon will do that to you. Speaking of people who don’t smell too good, poor Robin over in the world of Television Man may be just about at the end of the effectiveness of the anti-odor properties of her morning shower …
She hastily tried several of the knobs in the immediate vicinity. All were locked. She gave the last one a little kick, then spun and slammed her back into it. She looked left, looked right. The footsteps continued to echo at her. She thought they were getting closer, but she couldn’t see what was making them in the dimly lit distance to the left or right.
She heard a faint click, and then the door opposite her opened a crack.
Robin looked at the ceiling. “Oh, come on,” she said.