He and his wife now live in near-poverty with their daughter.Unable to find steady work, Daniel moonlights as hired muscle for a local gangster.Or I had grown up hearing the story so many times that it became the same thing.I waited for my father to begin retelling these stories, but he was quiet. Outside, in ashes of green, mile-tenths went by and went by and went by.I picked a blister forming at the base of my index finger.I was supposed to be back home in the Bronx, planning lessons.
Returning to the gym gives him distance and sanctuary from his problems, but his time spent training is overshadowed by the presence of a chilling, pale-eyed villain whose sadism intimidates even the most hardened criminals.
Even now he would not turn on the location setting on his phone.
Was there any reason for T-Mobile to know where he was every minute of the day? Who’d delicately unfolded a broad white aaa map across the U-Haul’s hood before leaving Natalie’s.
A throat is slashed and “it seemed like all he had in him had exited the body through that cut.” Hardcastle’s descriptions are free of gusto and provide just enough detail for them to act like a chokehold on the reader.
The author is clearly knowledgeable in the area of mixed martial arts.
Kristopher Jansma is the author of the novel “Why We Came to the City,” published by Viking. 111: We had a long way to go—this was the last comment my father made as we left Natalie’s house and eased westbound onto the interstate. All that time and distance stretching out on the other side of the y-spotted windshield was as real to me as the weight of my sister’s remaining things, stacked neatly in the truck behind us.