Biting Into the Big Apple

“So what does this friend of yours need?” I asked. Jim glanced quickly around to make sure we weren’t being observed. “He’s got a daughter...

Remember me?

“Remember me?” she asked. “Because I sure as shit remember you.” It didn’t come back to me right away, but her face was familiar. Then...

Setting my Sights

I rested the barrel of the rifle on the hood of the car and peered through the scope, adjusting the focus so I could see...