Viewing books by author : Lawrence Block

Tanners Virgin

Page 1 Chapter 1 At 2:30 one fine October afternoon I ripped the telephone out of the wall. Minna said, “Evan, you have ripped the telephone out of the wall. ” I looked at her. Minna is seven years o...

Tanners Twelve Swingers

Page 1 Chapter 1 On my third day in Athens I sat at a small square table at the airport cafe watching a sleek Air India jet taxi down the runway, rise abruptly into the air, then break cloud cover an...

Tanners Tiger

Page 1 Chapter 1 Our flight left Kennedy at 8:25 on an unusually unpleasant Tuesday night in a generally horrible August. For the past two weeks the people who are supposed to know about such things ...

The Thief Who Couldnt Sleep

Page 1 Chapter 1 The Turks have dreary jails. Or is that conjecture? The plural might be inaccurate, for all I truly knew, there might be but one jail in all of Turkey. Or there could be others, but ...

The Devil Knows Youre Dead

Page 1 Chapter 1  On the last Thursday in September, Lisa Holtzmann went shopping on Ninth Avenue. She got back to her apartment between three-thirty and four and made coffee. While it dripped throug...

A Drop of the Hard Stuff

Late One Night… “I’ve often wondered,” Mick Ballou said, “how it would all have gone if I’d taken a different turn.” We were at Grogan’s Open House, the Hell’s Kitchen saloon he’s owned and operated f...

Eight Million Ways to Die

The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world. - EDGAR ALLAN POE Chapter 1 I saw her entrance. It would have been hard to miss. She had blonde hair that was c...

One Night Stands and Lost Weekends

One Night Stands Introduction IF MEMORY SERVES… IN 1956, FROM THE BEGINNING OF AUGUST through the end of October, I lived in Greenwich Village and worked in the mail room at Pines Publications. I was ...

When the Sacred Ginmill Closes

Of poetry and poses And each man knows he'll be alone When the sacred ginmill closes. - DAVE VAN RONK Chapter 1 The windows at Morrissey's were painted black. The blast was loud enough and close enoug...

The Thief Who Couldn't Sleep

Chapter 1 The Turks have dreary jails. Or is that conjecture? The plural might be inaccurate, for all I truly knew, there might be but one jail in all of Turkey. Or there could be others, but they nee...

Everybody Dies

- RANDY NEWMAN, "Old Man" At the door of life, by the gate of breath, There are worse things waiting for men than death. - SWINBURNE, "The Triumph of Time" Andy Buckley said, "Jesus Christ,"and braked...

Time to Murder and Create

Therefore was a single man only first created, to teach thee that whosoever destroyeth a single soul from the children of man, Scripture charges him as though he had destroyed the whole world. -The Ta...

A Stab in the Dark

Chapter 1 I didn't see him coming. I was in Armstrong's at my usual table in the rear. The lunch crowd had thinned out and the noise level had dropped. There was classical music on the radio and you c...

All the Flowers Are Dying

1 When I got there, Joe Durkin was already holding down a corner table and working on a drink—vodka on the rocks, from the looks of it. I took in the room and listened to the hum of conversation at th...

The Canceled Czech

Chapter 1 For a crow, the cities of Vienna and Prague are just a shade over 150 miles apart. When one travels by train, the distance is increased by almost one-half. The railroad bed meanders west alo...