Never Hug A Mugger On Quadra Island - Plot & Excerpts
When it rained he took the truck, or if he needed it after leaving Austin’s. No rain today—a first-rate late afternoon, the sky clear except for sea haze to the south. Now to Austin’s for a drink. Which was first-rate too. Steve Struthers would be there, too bad. Steve was a loser, unclear what kind but a loser for sure. Except without Steve there’d be little chance of Shu-li being around, they arrived together, two eggs in a nest. Didn’t stay together, Shu-li was Austin’s girl. Though recently he’d seen tension there. Which was fine. He stopped to stare at the sea, sixty-five feet below. The strong wind had given a dramatic surge to the waves. Maybe today a little background drama was a good thing. Usually here the channel, protected by Read Island up north and Cortes to the east, rippled more smoothly. He’d showered and put on clean clothes: black skivvies, yellow shirt, comfortable jeans, socks and sandals. Even a shave; wouldn’t do to say hello to pretty Shu-li with yesterday’s plus today’s five-o’clock shadow.
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