"Like whether I finish this novel. I've just finished the second draft and sent it out to a few friends. In a way I sort of sent it to you too... since you know what I'm thinking about even without reading it."

"Yeah. I can. It's weird."

Neither men said it, but...

Jack Attack booked two separate flights using two distinct identities. One from Indianapolis,  Indiana to  Berlin , the second from Frankfurt to Rome.

The plan was to make it untraceable. Jack didn't know what would happen when he finally met the Blue Man. What he did know was that he didn't...

"And let me tell ya. that's how The Seaside Jesus came to be. That was 26 years ago. By golly time goes fast doesn't it? Well after that the word spread. People were talking about a man, who had been killed at the  Seaside Rest that fateful night, only to...

Paul was fixing for a drink. A cold  Coors banquet at the Dockside bar. After driving around the  Seaside Rest he would stop by the bar without even returning the police car to the station. They had made him work too long and he wasn't going to waste any more...

Mondavi had a thirst for some light beer to complement these memories of Stickman . A Big Red liquor was around the corner up ahead so he swung in. "Which light beer would Stick drink?" he thought to himself. Once at the back fridge with the beer s he decided...

Tom was confused. A person had been murdered--- or killed --- and the police would send a patrol car out in a few days. That's not how they did things back where he was from. If someone was killed, heck even assaulted, they had the patrol car out within ten...

Keith discerned the location by looking at Baka's phone. There was an address sent by a contact named "CAPO".

Keith put this address into the GPS and began driving. Tried remaining as calm as possible. In fact he was surpirsed at how much Dave was freaking out. Until then he always...

The harsh overhead light accentuated the bags under the police officer's eyes. When the old couple came in through the door he thought to himself. "not another fucking one of these."

The past month there had been at least four people killed at the  Seaside Rest . And a few had...

It kept prices down. And Jimmy's margins fat. Scott used to eat there nearly daily back when he was dirt poor. Back when he had been living out of a one bedroom at  Maxwell Terrace . It used to run him around 450 a month back then. He wondered how...

First thing was finding a buyer. How could he convince them the library was a good purchase? Whoever bought it couldn't outright turn it into a commercial enterprise. It would need to be done in a hidden manner. Perhaps they could monopolize a food court, charge for parking. Things like...