Arizona Republic readers don't usually get to see this side of investigative reporter Robert Anglen's writing talent:
She straddled his lap, backlit by purple neon, grinding as the Red Hot Chili Peppers caterwauled about Californication. Her face was so close he could taste butterscotch from the candies she chain-popped between the sets. They were in a private VIP booth, their love lounge.
The passage is from a piece of crime fiction by Anglen called "Growing Back," one of the st
