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Chapter 1 It was only ten o'clock, and I already had three shots in me, two of whiskey and one from a .38. The dame came waltzing through my door with a camera. She looked like trouble ... |
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Chapter 2 ... The dame had a case, and the case involved walking in the woods. I hate the woods. They make my colt rust and freeze my trigger finger. I had packed some whiskey for a snack and was considering stopping for a warm-up break, when I noticed it. Dirty snow, like soiled white silk lingerie. Rotten snow, like a frosted wedding cake left in the heat of the desert. Winter had been here, but it was long gone, and with it any chance of finding the clues I had hoped to find. This wasn't my element, and I am not one to waste time, unless it involves getting a back massage from the dame, and she didn't appear in the mood, so I turned around. I found the truck back at the parking lot, where I had left it. I went home and had a warm meal and a strong drink in my favorite chair. Some people do this for fun, there was a case certainly, but it was a case for the looney bin, not for a private eye. The dame knew it, yet she didn't care ... |
| Chapter 3 Coming soon. |
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