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...

The grandpa, Todd, knew kung fu so well that he could take out three men with guns at close range. Good thing that there was only one man with a gun there. The other two were petrified, staring.

A snap sounded. Baka's neck.

"Is he..." Keith didn't finish. Looked at Dave nodding...

Tom was pretty sure... almost certainly... that Shelley did not want to go to Southern California with him. Ever since they had come to the  Seaside Rest her mind had been elsewhere.  Padel was something he suggested just to see if he could spark something back in her but it...

Shelly Mondavi had quit drinking coffee long time ago. Her late husband Rob kept drinking it though. After he passed she returned to having cups occassionally, because it made it feel like he was still here.

She had been thinking more about the midwest. Thought about their decades lived in  Indiana...