An Expensive Place To Die

An Expensive Place to DiePart I of a new novelThe Birds flew around for nothing but the hell of it. It was that sort of spring day: a trailer for the coming summer. Some birds flew in neat, disciplined formations, some in ragged mobs, and higher, much higher, flew the loner who didn't like corporate decisions.I turned away from the window. My visitor from the Embassy was still complaining."Paris lives in the past," said the courier. "Manet is at the opera and Degas at the ballet....