THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, Chapter LXIV

THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, Chapter LXIV

Joe Beard sat at Gularte’s kitchen/dining room/living room table, its top cleared and cleaned off as I’d never seen it before. He sat behind a gray plastic box that looked like a small suitcase except for its sharp edges and pointed corners. Joe looked across the top...
THE COWARDLY LION, Book II, Chapter L

THE COWARDLY LION, Book II, Chapter L

The cat, Bozo, sat at the double doors, almost always open, as it was the morning, the cool breeze wafting in across his short, scarred by still strangely soft body fur. He looked out, although, what with the solid wood railing between him and the more distant outside...
THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, Chapter XLVIII

THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, Chapter XLVIII

The three of us sat on the bench, our backs to Cobb’s smaller, but expensive yacht, and facing Richard’s larger and much more expensive yacht. It was readily apparent that the two boats were so closely slipped near one another out of deliberation rather than ignorance...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter XX

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter XX

I waited patiently for Gularte, sitting in the afternoon sun, rubbing my useless government pen with the fingers of my left hand. The pen wasn’t totally useless I knew, as its presence where it was found was very likely a valuable clue. Was the person who lost it not...
THE COWARDLY LION,Volume Two, Chapter XVII

THE COWARDLY LION,Volume Two, Chapter XVII

I finished the shift with Herberich and Gularte. Nobody got shot, and they sort of bonded in that single time together. Not with me, but with each other. I understood, in the back seat, that I wasn’t really bondable material. I had my wife and daughter and that was...