Sequence of author: Garrett files(№11)
Whispering Nickel Idols
Detective science fiction
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Glen Cook Whispering Nickel Idols (Garrett Files — 11) This one is for my mom, who was a rock in aturbulent stream. With thanks to Jim K. and Ellen W. 1 There I was, galumphing downstairs, six feet three of the handsomest, ever-loving blue-eyed ex-Marine you’d ever want to meet. Whistling. But it takes me a big, big bucket to carry a tune. And my bucket had a hole in it. Something was wrong. I needed my head examined. I’d gone to bed early, all by my own self. And hadn’t had a dram to drink before I did. Yet this morning I was ready to break into a song and dance routine. I felt so good that I forgot to be suspicious. I can’t forget, ever, that the gods have chosen me, sweet baby Garrett, to be their special holy fool and point man in their lunatic entertainments. I froze on the brink of my traditional morning right turn to the kitchen. There was a boy in the hallway that runs from my front door back to my kitchen....