That makes nine so far. The number pleases him, but he’s angry at himself for missing that fat cop, the one who came late to the party. Moves pretty fast for a porker. He arrived with that good-looking split-tail who parked in the middle of the street. That pisses Munchel off. Why should cops be ...
He'd always been that way, and even though his stubbornness hadn't always helped life to work out in his favor, it was deep inside of him and he'd figured it would never change. But at some point you had to accept that things weren't going to happen the way you wanted, no matter how desperately y...
PUT ON YOUR DAMN SEAT BELT!”The Bronco jumped a curb, clipped a mailbox, and then fishtailed back onto the street. We had three or four squad cars behind us, sirens blaring, hot pursuit. I had a bump on my forehead from whacking it against the dashboard. Not what I’d been hoping for. I wanted to ...
MUNCHEL 10:22 P.M. MUNCHEL MUNCHEL WATCHES the split-tail climb back through the window, and he feels every hair on his arms stand at attention. He isn’t tired. He isn’t scared. He’s electrified. This has been the greatest ...
Theodore Roosevelt asked John Stevens as the two men shook hands. Amador, Shonts, and the rest of the welcoming party had already been greeted and dismissed by the President, left to wonder what had become of Roosevelt’s trademark grandiosity. Fatigue from his journey, they later surmised. They...