For a smile as wide as a country sunrise
I could not believe my eyes when they brought this guy into my cell. “A cell mate for you PI,” said the police officer. That guy was nearly as big as Rock. His shirt was open and the word ‘Butcher’ was tattooed across his… Continue Reading “The Investigators, Inc. Back To Iceland. Chapter 5. The Butcher.”
Good morning to each of you on this wet Saturday! Anyone ready for a nice hot cup of coffee? I thought perhaps we would go back a bit and enjoy some time by a nice little lake not too far from here. There are… Continue Reading “Solitude On My Deck. #5”