Traynor's

The door to Traynor's room was open, staff members filling the doorway.

Fleshmarket Close Rankin, Ian 2004

And waited there until he heard Traynor's door close.

Fleshmarket Close Rankin, Ian 2004

He knocked on Traynor's door, entered and closed it behind him.

Fleshmarket Close Rankin, Ian 2004

He wondered if someone was paying for Traynor's privacy: his American employers maybe.

Fleshmarket Close Rankin, Ian 2004

The guard was pressing the palm of her hand against a wound on Traynor's left wrist.

Fleshmarket Close Rankin, Ian 2004

The silence was broken by a blast from Traynor's walkietalkie.

Fleshmarket Close Rankin, Ian 2004

"The thing is, Traynor's dead and gone," said Jake.

Tek Money Shatner, William 1995

A raw, feverish wind was knifing across the night beach in the Malibu Sector of Greater Los Angeles, rattling the long twisty row of decorative palm trees, snatching at Traynor's sleeve, shoving him off balance.

Tek Money Shatner, William 1995

"As for Amy -- that has to be Amy St. Mars, Traynor's erstwhile missus."

Tek Money Shatner, William 1995

In one of the three second-level bedrooms he thought he noticed a faint trace of floral perfume, a scent he vaguely associated with the woman who'd told him she was Traynor's sister.

Tek Money Shatner, William 1995