Tag Archives: Taylor Reese

They nabbed us coming out of the bank. Fucking dirty cops. We had gone with Sal, no walking anywhere for a while. Fortunately I left the gun in the car. Sal left, the second he saw the cops. Good. I’m used to this. Christine isn’t. All I can do is look at her, and hope [...]

Tension pours back into him, as we near the back of the bar. A dark town car squats low, lurking, behind the dumpster. Two heads within. His hand on my hip. I’m no longer a thing held but a thing owned, his easy stride grown cautious and purposeful. An air of violence that eases, only [...]

Christine’s apartment is on the third floor. Her hands aren’t steady enough yet to deal with the keys, so I open the door and help her up the stairs. I still haven’t let go of her. Worried she’s going to crumple at any moment. I carry her up the last flight.

::FIVE:: The place down the street got burned out early this morning. A professional job, by the looks of it. No one heard a thing. Like I said, there’s a quiet war going on. Glass, debris, all over the street. Nobody got hurt. This time. Nobody wants to talk about it. Too many people to [...]

::THREE:: Business runs pretty much as usual, at the Busted Skull. The place has a rhythm all it’s own, that doesn’t pay any mind to who owns it. Sure, late at night, we see a lot more of those suits that never came off any rack, but it stays low key enough that I get [...]