Lost in translation

It wasn’t funny, but Pauley struggled to not laugh at Vivian’s vehemence. Sitting on the edge of the table, she held out her hand for the offending note. “Whoa, slow down there Morticia.” Pauley wadded the paper, and stuffed it into her shirt. “We’re going to need Danela. We can turn this around on them.… More Lost in translation

Dead Money: Flight plan

Butch sat behind his massive mahogany desk, his Corona finally lit and smoldering in a nearby ashtray, a tumbler of bourbon in his hand. Eyes closed, he fought the overwhelming feelings of anger and fear. A combination that was giving him a mighty headache. Stanley, his bodyguard, sergeant, his heir-apparent, was standing well away from… More Dead Money: Flight plan