CHAPTER THIRTEENThe new drive booted up and Lindsey found Gordon Simmons’s Tony Clydesdale novels neatly lined up in a directory titled Wallace Thompson. Each novel was in a folder, annotated with the date Simmons had started work, character and setting notes, plot outline, date of completion and date of publication.
The last folder in the directory was titled The Ruby Red Pup.
The Ruby Red Pup.
And Rigoberto Chocrón’s—Steve Damon’s—one and only thriller was The Emerald Cat. At least Chocrón had been honest when he admitted that he didn’t have much imagination. Lindsey opened his copy of The Emerald Cat and laid it on the writing desk in his hotel room beside his newly enhanced laptop computer.
He riffled the pages to the novel’s opening scene.
Troy Percheron pushed his battered fedor
