His wife shook him. “Telephone. It’s Captain Brice.” Grave Digger knuckled the sleep from his eyes. On duty all of his senses were constantly on the alert. Coffin Ed had once summed it up by saying, “Blink once and you’re dead.” To which Grave Digge...
Harrison answered my ring. He was dressed in a brown flannel smoking jacket with a black velvet collar. He waved a soggy cigar butt in his left hand, stuck out his right. ‘Hello, Robert, it’s good to see you, boy.’ We shook hands; his felt dry, lifeless, and his mouth look...