Shooting Limpkins Hardcover – December 11, 2025

Gregorio Aguilar may have stopped breathing a full minute. His body turned to stone. The expression on his face was as flat as dry sand. I flipped the camera back towards me, thinking the screensaver had kicked in, but the image was still visible. He brought his hands up to his face in slow motion, cupping them over his nose and mouth. His breaths were deep, and I could hear the hiss as he sucked in slowly and then blew them out.Finally, he dropped his chin to his chest and whispered, “Yes, it’s Nina. It’s my wife.”The tears came a few minutes later. Almost as though he had been meditating. Not sobs, but the refined tears of a wealthy man who was trying to decide who to call first–his lawyer or hers. His eyes were dripping cold tears into a bucket of ice, and nothing was melting.“I’m sorry for your loss, sir.” I reached out and touched his shoulder. You cold bastard.Luca came around the chairs and was about to say something, when a shout from one of the cops came from behind the Ferrari.“Gun!” Read more