The Last Bender, Chapter 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â I slipped the waitress fifty bucks, paid the check and left her pausing for contractions, delivering plates with the help of...
Read MoreCHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â I slipped the waitress fifty bucks, paid the check and left her pausing for contractions, delivering plates with the help of...
Read MoreCHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â In a series of identical rooms I was handed back my clothes, keys and wallet, but not the guns. I signed blurry forms and...
Read MoreCHAPTER TWENTY-ONE Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â There’s no straight road from Spartan Co. to Guernsey. You can take the Cross Island to the Crane Bridge and pick up the...
Read MoreCHAPTER TWENTY Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â But first I had to check the files. My violation of their lives would be routine and methodical. Packets of letters opened. Bills...
Read MoreCHAPTER NINETEEN Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Finding an address in Spartan County is like trying to pick fleas off a schnauzer. Just when you think you’ve found your white...
Read MoreCHAPTER EIGHTEEN Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Peter Lafferty still didn’t answer his phone. He and David Watts lived about fifty miles apart, Watts in Guernsey, Lafferty in...
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