the last book I ever read (The Long-Legged Fly: A Lew Griffin Novel by James Sallis, excerpt seven)

from The Long-Legged Fly: A Lew Griffin Novel by James Sallis:

Home these days was a four-room apartment on St. Charles where trolleys clanked by late at night and you could always smell the river. It had a couple of overstuffed couches, some Italian chairs, a king-size bed, even pictures on the wall. Mostly Impressionist.