Justin Takes Control
Agent Justin Cayse left the bordello from the rear, having escaped his captor.
Agent Justin Cayse left the bordello from the rear, having escaped his captor.
“Goddam it,” Rita O’Neill said as she let the curtains slide back into place.
“I hate to bother you, but I have something important to ask,” said the new waitress, setting down my plate of scrambled eggs.
The Sheriff hauled Jimmy to the gallows to become acquainted with the hangman’s knot.
Me and Little Tim race our horses hard trying to catch up to the train.
“Hold the elevator, please,” said Trudy.
Carol Bannister placed the breakfast tray in front of her Aunt Jessica and stood staring out the window at the autumn leaves swirling about the grounds.
My hand’s all numbers so what the heck?
“Is this Douglas Langille?
We’re not made for this damp shit and neither is our tech, thought Gil.
Hugh pressed the ‘check mail’ button again and the little closed envelop popped up, taunting him with its secrets.
Everything was going according to plan.