Behind the Stick

The dimly lit tables of Cooke’s Nightcap were sparsely populated as Forster Cooke stood behind the bar, surveying everything. Across the room, Asakichi wiped...

The Blowoff

There was a ringing in Erik Samson’s ears; he tasted blood. Coughing, he pulled himself up off the street and found dust everywhere. Somewhere...

Double of Nuthin’

Rico’s hands flashed the cards across the table so quick they were a blur, and then slapped one of his powerful hands down on...

Someone Else’s Problem

“What it sounds to me like is none of this is any of our damn concern, Yules. Since when do we come runnin’ when...

The Prodigal

“Mr. Mayor,” Rafi lingered near the door. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I have a young gentleman who insists upon seeing you.” The mayor’s...