Monday, 10/19/2009 - 5:00 am
by D.B. Grady
Lead Poisoning with Peter Leonard
I never want to be in a Peter Leonard novel. My tongue’s not sharp enough to keep pace with the dialogue and my mind’s not fast enough to keep pace with the heist. I’m not fast on the draw, and by the time I figured out whose back had best be stabbed, a dagger would jut from my own. All of this is to say I’m too trusting, and in a novel called Trust Me, that’s just asking for trouble.

