THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter XV

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter XV

Gularte was waiting at the beach unit when I arrived at the city parking lot, my Volkswagen’s engine knocking a bit, which had me worried, but not unduly so. The thing was still under warranty, although I had no replacement if it might be in the dealership shop for...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, CHAPTER XIV

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, CHAPTER XIV

  I drove the Marauder to the pier in silence, neither Gularte nor I saying a word, even as the vehicle, much heavier than the Bronco built for the off-road job of patrolling the beach and incidental structures, made a smooth surface out of the rough wooden slat...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter XIII

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter XIII

Tom Turner was the next reserve officer to be ‘trained’ by me. We rode together peaceably until right after dark when Bobby Scruggs called to tell us about a report of a strange couple doing strange things on the northern edge of “T” Street Bridge beach. The call...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter XI

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter XI

My mind was racing, as I faced the man, my body now only exposing one side to him. I was in San Clemente, California where there was no war, where I was marginally respected for things I had little understanding of, and where I enjoyed my wonderful wife and fantastic...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter X

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter X

I entered the Union Bank Building elevator, the building itself located on the grounds of the Fashion Island shopping center in Newport Beach. The building was just another square high rise but the elevator buttons pointed out one uncommon irregularity. The address I...