said Dr. Fredrick Argyle, wiping away the last of the temporary blond dye that had covered his now wavy, brown hair. He dabbed at a few last streaks watching the slow, confident smile spread over his chiseled face. They would never put it together. He was going to sail out of St. Thomas, free as ...
said Alex. Manny watched as Alex held his face out of the window, reminiscent of his big, black Lab, Sampson, on a summer day. Funny. He hadn’t thought that much about it, but living in this climate could most certainly taint the place he called home. Lansing was a good area to live, but warm was...
It did, and his mood changed. He felt more alive, more meaningful, than he had at any instance during the private slideshow that held at least some semblance of a life-timeline for him. Pouring another glass of amber Puerto Rican Rum, he sniffed it gently, took a hit, and ...