Barrel Rollers

Barrel Rollers

“The marinade,” said Coudert, eyeing the untouched Canadian bacon in front of Roch Dufour. “On the rabbit wings. Excellent.” +++++Roch seemed distracted as they ate at La Buche in Quebec, an extravagance to celebrate Michel Coudert’s arrival from France. Two weeks...
Merida

Merida

The ashram stood in the distance, nestled among grey-green pines on the far mountain slope. Above the temple’s beaten dome loomed a spire capped by a golden Buddha the size of a weathervane. It stared across the vast distance, looking down on the black muscle car...
Burned

Burned

“This food is lousy,” Wayne said. +++++I stirred my bowl of oatmeal, not even bothering to look up. The motel was shady at best, but at least it had an electric kettle and a small table to eat at. +++++“My oatmeal is fine,” I finally replied. +++++“Not mine. It tastes...
Bad Lee Blanton

Bad Lee Blanton

I fought hard to stay passed out. But reality wasn’t having it. Somebody, or some thing, wanted me back in the land of Pay The Piper. Hangover’s can be such a bitch. +++++When I finally raised up and opened my eyes I didn’t recognize a damn thing....
The Watch List

The Watch List

Jake felt bad when that young kid with the green eyes and floppy fringe went down for the murder of Yaseen Nalawandi. Jake and Wilkins had stabbed the Muslim cleric three times each behind Deptford tube station and taken his wallet to make it look like a street...