said Wally when I walked into FBI HQ on St. Clair the next afternoon sporting a lurid purple wraparound shiner that contrasted nicely with my yellow facial bruises and the grimy ocher bandage on my ear. “This Mona Lisa dame, I sure hope she’s worth it.” “Oh she is, Wally, she is” I said with a pa...
It's not like home." Wes had gone straight home from his meeting with Florence, microwaved dinner, drunk two beers and called his mother. All he'd said was that both Florence and Frank Sunomoka had cautioned him about becoming too closely involved with his training officer. He sat at the kitchen ...
She was a pretty young thing, strawberry blond with rosy cheeks and a lush figure. Ambrose took her hand and pulled her in my direction. I stood up from my table booth. “This is Eva,” said Ambrose, flushed and out-of-breath. “She has something she’d like to tell you.” “I’m all ears.” Eva wasn’t q...
I got my trusty Walther P-38 in hand and listened hard. No sounds of motion, whoever took a potshot at us remained in place. I fired twice in the general direction of the rifle round. Someone took off through the underbrush. We had crossed some perimeter most likely and a lone sentry had cranked ...