1, just before the bridge leading to the next key. It was a little after seven and I was craving breakfast. I was wearing my running shoes, a pair of chinos, a baseball cap bearing the logo of the Tampa Bay Bucs, and a golf shirt that hung over the Walther PPK/S twenty-two-caliber pistol that was...
A few years before, he’d moved his estate planning and probate practice to Sarasota. He was a middle-aged man of medium height and sported a head full of silver hair. He was also one of my drinking buddies from the various Longboat Key establishments. Maggie Bannister had made arrangements for me...
A long time ago, in a faraway place called Vietnam, a team of U. S. Army Special Forces troops, the toughest fighting men on the planet, eased its way single-file along a jungle path. It was December, 1972, and the Americans were withdrawing, tasting the bitter fruit of defeat. Appa...
I was pacing. Less than fifteen minutes had elapsed since I’d heard J.D.’s voice. Jock was trying to get a trace on the call that had come in to my phone. The techs at his agency were running it down. They had resources that were beyond anything I’d ever heard of. Jock hung up. “I don’t know if t...
Terrell Griffin @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } CHAPTER TWELVEAfter getting the picture of Varn, I spent the rest of the morning cleaning my boat. I showered and went to Moore's Stone Crab Restaurant for lunch. I ate in the bar, talking idly with Debbie, the bartender...