"Its for you," Hugh said. I didnt move at first, and he called my name. "Jessie. The callits for you."
He held the receiver out to me, sitting there with his thick hair sticking up
on the back of his head like a childs, looking grave and uneasy, and the window
copious with water, a trillion pewter droplets coming down on the roof.
A Man Called Intrepid author dies aged 89(Dec 03 2013) William Stevenson, a journalist and author who drew on his close ties with intelligence sources to write two best-selling books in the 1970s, A Man Called...