The  Seaside Rest was an old school motel. They washed dishes by hand. Made home cooked meals. Gave guests cloth napkins; these would be washed and given to the next guest.

There was no continuous menu. The motel made what they did based on whatever ingredients they had and you either...

They held a funeral for Dave. They couldn't risk exposure. The easiest thing to do was say he was dead, hold a funeral, but actually ship him two thousand miles east.

The killer was never found. Or never revealed. The blue group was able to figure out the shooter but they...

"A shooting? Down by the Seaside Rest you say?" the tanned, lean forearm powered the hand that was holding a brown bottle of lager. Between the index finger and thumb was dark blue star tattoo. The blue was dark enough that most would describe it as black .

"Yeah! And even...

Microsoft Office was horrible software. That's why he liked it. Things were too slick these days. Apps. The kids were always on a few at the same time. When one app got old today two new ones came to replace them. Apps. Apps everywhere.  apps   apps apps.

That sounded like a...

On that boardwalk the two spoke for less than half hour's time. To Dave it felt like a long conversation, Not in a bad way. time slowed down. He paid attention. Listened. there were no goals. Just two men exchanging words while the ocean exchanged force against the coastline.

it felt...

He walked to The Boardwalk. It was only two football fields away. Cars whizzed by. He kept his hat on his head with one hand. He could use a damn smoke.

At The Boardwalk he bought a bag of salt and vinegar chips and a seltzer water in glass bottle. He...

He always wore a  bulletproof vest. It was a promise he had made his wife. No matter what he had it under his shirt. One of those thin light ones that weren't so obvious. It wouldn't protect him from getting shot in the head. But usually it was the body...

Carl was worried for his boss. Dave the Big Dog had never shown up to work late in his two years there. Now it was eleven. No message or whereabouts known.

"What do you think we should do?"

"Shush. Let me think, James."

Only the two of them knew that Dave hadn't come...

Three months passed. No luck in finding the purse. Dave was getting worried. He'd never been this far behind. The client was unhappy. He had no leads. They were looking in the dark. He didn't even think there was a chance anymore. All the previous leads had gone cold and...

They spoke in English accents.

There might be a bug he said.

They had to throw them off. Anyway they could.

At the  McDonalds they still spoke with the accents. Just in case the bug was in their phones. Or some other smaller thing on their clothes. Something they couldn't even see. They...