THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Three, Chapter IV

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Three, Chapter IV

I walked on the cooling sand toward the Trestles railroad bridge, my mind clearing the web of fear the faux Claymore had brought down upon me. My thoughts were drawn back to a lesser fear. Richard. If Richard was the operative who had disposed of the troublesome...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Three, Chapter II

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Three, Chapter II

The staff sergeant and I made small talk all the way to El Toro. It was normally a half hour drive, but the sergeant took his time, staying in the slow lane. His background was embassy duty, so he talked on and on about the different embassies and consulates he’d been...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Three, Chapter I

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Three, Chapter I

Marion Smoak was the head of protocol for the White House, or so the printed message delivered to my home by one of the compound Lincolns indicated. The time of the event, to be held at the San Clemente Inn, located not more than a mile from the Nixon residence...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter XXV

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter XXV

The lifeguard boat ran with the wind after making the turn to round the end of the San Clemente Pier, the only thing standing between the fast moving craft and the harbor opening into Dana Point’s yacht basin. The helicopters, Coast Guard boats and the yacht itself,...
THE COWARDLY LION,Volume Two, Chapter XIX

THE COWARDLY LION,Volume Two, Chapter XIX

The beach was abandoned, at the point where it preceded south from the state beach but not yet a part of the Trestles Beach portion. There the point stuck out into the ocean to create the conflicting broken sea environment that led to sometimes legendary surf, which...