Brigid Quinlan clutched the corduroy sleeve of Russell Townsend’s blazer and sneered at the herd of journalists being restrained by two burly policemen. She smiled smugly as she and Townsend breezed past them. “Fuck you all,” she whispered under her breath . . .
Albert was cross with himself. He had left Annabelle’s home far too late, at 9:30 in the evening and now faced the long ride back to St. Joseph from Arima in the dark . . .
Featured: Black Interest
- The White House
- A History of the African-American People (Proposed) by Strom Thurmond, as told to Percival Everett & James Kincaid (A Novel)
- The Lunatic
- Frederick Douglass in Brooklyn
- Getting It Right
- The Accidental Hunter
- Mr. Loverman
- Scars of the Soul Are Why Kids Wear Bandages When They Don’t Have Bruises
- The Angels’ Share
- Every Boy Should Have a Man