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 … Continue reading Dead Money: Flight plan

Butch hung up his cell phone, and began to pace around his office. He had never heard Pauley so distracted. She wouldn’t tell him much more than the hit was done, but there was a serious breach in their cover. A Cuban cigar hanging unlit between his teeth, Butch nearly chewed through the Corona. His … Continue reading Dead Money: When it hits the fan

Pauley let the smallest of smiles break the tension. Millicent’s attempt to make her feel better was enough to snap her out of her pity party. “Even if your Love Potion worked as well as you said it would, we’ll still have a little time.” Pauley picked up the cloth napkin from the table, and … Continue reading Dead Money: Return to the scene

“Baby sitter? What the hell are you talking about?” Pauley wanted to punch Millicent in the face with her cup. “I just screwed up big time, I can be identified at a hit, and you want to talk about who wiped your butt as a kid?” Millicent let Pauley rant, this wasn’t going to be … Continue reading Dead Money: Lies people tell

Today, we pick back up with the next chapters in "Dead Money," a summer series written with author extraordinaire, Lance, bouncer at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog. Before reading this installment, first check out Criminal. Learning her lesson, Pauley read Millicent's text the first time her phone hummed. Keeping Niles in her periphery … Continue reading Dead Money: Big blind