I’ll Be Damned

He pulled a small light stick from his pocket, flashed it along the wall, then dropped it and fell backward.

OH God!

Devon? Hey, Devon?

Rich picked up the light stick and pointed it to the corner of the room. The color in Devon’s face was gone. It had congealed into a pool of blood that oozed out of the side of his head. Devon’s eyes stared back at Rich. The man’s last moment was shock and anger.

A Storm Is Coming

Alicia slipped a packet of sweetener across the table. Dark Monkey pulled up, and with his index finger and thumb, he pulled from underneath it a microchip. “That’s a formula that shows why Caru is likely going to hit us as a massive storm.”

“How likely?”

“It’s almost eighty percent now. You must ensure that hits all platforms and has the local news media talking about it.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I’ll have that bobble-headed weather girl on Channel Seven singing this shit on the lunch news,” Dark Monkey leaned against the table, ready to leave. “It’s got to be hard for you, Officer Fernandez. You, an agent of the law, have friends like me in such dark places. How does that feel, knowing you’re dancing on the fire’s edge like that?”