David Hosp

Monday, September 12, 2005Ed Tannery leaned back into the vinyl seat as the commutertrain pulled out of the station. He couldn't remember ever hav-ing been so tired."How's the baby?" Harry Makin asked. The two of them hadbeen riding the train together for three years. They were simi-lar cogs in the...

PROLOGUESeptember 1992Madeline Steele looked out through the rain-spotted glass toward the bodega on Columbus Avenue in Roxbury, pressing the pay-phone handset hard against her ear so she could hear over the thunder of her own heartbeat. One ring. Two. Five. Where was he? Finally, on the seventh...