“I follow him for miles. He does it again and again. Riding up on some poor helpless sap’s ass, then gunning it to the right, punching it down the exit lane, only to cut back in again. My turn.” An excerpt from the novel Disintegration by Richard Thomas, out next month from Random House Alibi.
“I don’t ask him about the blood on the sheets, I just wash them in cold water while he’s sleeping. His knuckles are always torn and cracking, busted lip and swollen eyes.” A Hard Boiled-Down Noir Fiction Contest winner by Richard Thomas.