The man that sat in front of her reeked of Arimas. And if not for the Arimas, he would have reeked of menthol cigarettes. She smiled at him. Radiantly. Behind his back she called him greaseball. “So, Maggie. Tell me what’s going on with Detroit,” he said. “Not Detroit, Geo. Just Lerner.” He frowned. “But […]
Lenny had to play his cards just right so that Trish would allow her Civic to be towed. He wanted them to ride back to town together. “You wouldn’t let them tow your precious Ranchero GT,” she said. And she was right. She hardly said a word to him on the four hour trip. The […]
The first thing Lenny did was double check the parking lot. Trish’s white Honda Civic was nowhere in site. From there he drove to the exit and cruised through a convenience store parking lot, the one he knew she filled up at. She wasn’t there either. Then he took the interstate to Carrows where, Wendal, […]
Lenny wasn’t what you call a morning person. He usually didn’t get into to bed until two or three a.m., so he didn’t get up until ten or eleven. And when he did get up, he wasn’t exactly a breath of sunshine. It was a quirk of his mostly otherwise affable disposition. Of course, Trish […]
Bottles rattled as an enormous man–his hands, big as shovel scoops–pulled the dolly up the steps and onto the platform. Once there, he wedged it between the bar and himself, easing it into an upright position, careful not to upend the boxes stacked high, emblazoned with the names Jack Daniels, W.L. Weller, Makers Mark and […]
Before Trish, Lenny had been burned by love–once. Her name was Rachel and she was young. They were both young. Rachel was a raven haired beauty with a great figure and fire in her veins. And she slept around–a lot. Lenny knew this about her. The first time they had sex they weren’t even on […]
I like to read. That rates a zero on the surprise scale, of course. Just about every single person who blogs likes to read. It’s pretty much a requirement. That said, I’m not a snobby reader. I am finicky though. I only read crime novels. Consequently I read a lot of thrillers. And less then half of […]
A long time ago, back in the 40s and the 50s, Jim Thompson eked out a living writing about psychopathic sheriffs, hit men, treacherous women and…more hit men. It was heady stuff. You ever see the movie The Grifters? (If you haven’t you should. Great movie.) It’s adapted from the Jim Thompson novel of […]
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