“Get the woman up. We’re leaving,” Breem growled. Nicolas heard the connection go dead, held…
THE RED SEDAN by CHANCE MOON
“Eric, my friend, how are you?” asked Michael. Michael listened for a few moments to…
“It has been a long day, Mrs. Neil,” said Michael. After his phone call to…
“We’ve got the woman,” Breem said into his phone. “Your help in this project was…
“Disappointed? Hell, I’m disappointed,” said Ned Bolting. It was 1985, and Huntington Meeks and his…
“Well, get back out there, man,” Breem commanded. Nicolas’s boss, Walter Breem, was still in…
“Is the charge set, George?” shouted Horace. George ran from the oil derrick, down a…
“You are back early, Michael,” said Mrs. Neil. Michael ducked his head through the low…
“Mr. Meeks?” Elisabeth asked as she entered the room. Huntington was feeling more than hearing…
With a pang of regret, Elisabeth walked up the stairs. Through a fog of alcohol,…
“Where is Monica?” asked the stern old woman. Elisabeth turned slowly in the direction of…
From nowhere, it seemed, Michael Seltzer swore. The green Land Rover bore down upon Michael…
