To Sleep Gently
Nightmare Award-Winning Novel.
When career criminal Jack Dempster gets caught and put away for five years in prison, he finds time to seriously reconsider his chosen line of work. Before he can make any serious decision, some old acquaintances track him down with a proposal. They want him to go to Santa Fe, New Mexico. With the help of an inside man, he's to lead a small group of professionals on a daring robbery of the El Dorado Hotel, one of the finest, and most secure establishments in the Southwest.
Double-crosses, love triangles, and immersion in his own self-destructive past conspire to lead him to ruin. It's not easy to sleep when searching for normalcy in the heart of a brutal past.
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with bargain books shot all the way across the store. This was also a hallway to get from one end of the store to the other, dividing the book section from the music section. To the right were greeting cards, to the left the cavernous worlds of literature, self-help, science, biography, and so on and so forth. In between the art books and the Science-Fiction/Mystery section was an information desk, with two computers and what looked like complimentary coffee. At one of these computers, wearing a
figure out what we were up to, thanks to Dad being a bit dim-witted and letting too much slip. When we got to the job site it was crawling with cops." He continued, though as he did he looked at each of them in turn. "Everyone knew what had happened," he said. "We cruised on by, forgetting the whole deal, stopped and picked up the kid and all rendezvoused back at the house we were using as a hideout. I don't want to bore you with all the details, so let's just say, to make a long story short,
each other again before I leave." And with that he made his way out, Mike following behind. "Thanks for coming over, man." "Thank you for dinner. Hard to believe, but Angela's actually become an even better cook." "She took this cooking course at the Community College about a year ago. The instructor told her she was brilliant." "She is. I'll eat her cooking anytime." "Then maybe we can do it again before you take off." "That would be great, count me in." "All right." A pause, then, "I'm
willing to throw away his entire career and risk facing jail time. For what? What kind of percentage is he gonna get? Probably more than he makes in a year, sure, maybe a lot more, I dunno—but this isn't like skimping a little off the top, clipping a buck here and there. This is a serious high-risk business. Guy must be part shit-for-brains to wanna get involved with something like this. Come off it, man. Gardner won't be a problem, you know he won't be a problem, not if Freddy says he's on the
are you doing it?" "Because there's no other way for me. Nothing else will work for me. I worked at a Wal-Mart once and couldn't even handle that. This is the only thing that'll work." He let a considerate pause pass by, then said, "If you want, Marie, go on and prop up onto your elbows and read your son's story. I'm not gonna hurt you. It might make you feel better." A silence within a silence ensued. Then Marie, whimpering now, said, "Maybe I'll just read the first sentence." "Yeah, you go