Burn My Dread ~ I never knew why, but when I was waiting for a phone call, I always felt a need to use the phone. The call I was waiting for could come hours or days from now, so there was no harm in the interruption. I took a seat on the hotel room … More Spitfire Chapter 23
It Won’t Be Long ~ I saw myself in the news. They reported me as a suspect in the Garrett investigation, last seen assaulting a cop and currently in hiding. I figured the police had rounded up everyone they could find, and now they were sniffing for stragglers like. They could come to this hospital, … More Spitfire Chapter 22
I Want to Hold Your Hand ~ Dick’s new hideout was below an apartment building, less of a basement and more of a bunker. As I climbed out of my car, I slipped into my suit jacket and marched up to the shabby brick building ahead. This had been a nice place once before drug … More Spitfire Chapter 17
Crider the Writer 