Chapter 11: THE DOG TAGS
The river pier was desolate, the wooden planks slick with fresh rain. The wind off the Cumberland River carried the scent of wet earth and [more…]
The river pier was desolate, the wooden planks slick with fresh rain. The wind off the Cumberland River carried the scent of wet earth and [more…]
The syndicate truck’s taillights disappeared into the rain-slicked night, leaving me alone on the deserted pier. The cold wind whipped around me, carrying the scent [more…]