What is this about? Nosedive The plane had crashed forty-seven feet away from where Cooper had been standing. He was pretty sure it was a twin engine Cessna 340. Maybe the more powerful 340A. What the impact didn’t destroy, the explosion and fire finished off, reducing the house and aircraft to a smoldering mess that …
What is this about? Reinforcements, Part II The copters swept in low over the mansion and nightsun lights momentarily lit up the study. Harris briefly surveyed the corpse before him then leaned against the desk, grabbing Sheridan’s Blackberry. Up and out of the room, Harris looked through a window at the end of the hall …
What is this about? Reinforcements Sheridan tried to sit up again and speak, but was overcome by his lungs slowly filling up with blood and succumbed to a horrible series of coughs. From somewhere behind that terrible sound came that of a helicopter — maybe two — coming into range, and getting louder. “Ah,” Sheridan …
What is this about? Bookstore Memories “When did that great old Coca-Cola sign disappear?” “You mean the one on the south side of the street?” “Yeah, near the Supply Sergeant.” “Man, I dunno. Years ago.” “That’s a shame.” “Tell me about it. You remember the old Pickwick Bookstore?” “Vaguely.” “At Las Palmas.” “Yeah.” “There was …
What is this about? Inspired By Actual Events, Part II Biking home in the rain at night was foolish. Idiotic. Fourteen miles to ride and he was already fully saturated by the time he’d taken side roads to get off the gridlocked and waterlogged main avenues up to Ballona Creek where Sepulveda Boulevard passes over …
What is this about? Breadcrumbs Blindfolded, bound , and shoved into the trunk 15 minutes earlier, Carl still knew that the vehicle was making a right on Western from Franklin and hoped that whoever’d kidnapped him would stay in Los Angeles. If they did at least he’d know where he was. But if they got …
What is this about? Roadkill Davis yanked a hard right onto Robertson from Wilshire and watched as the stolen car suspect he’d been chasing through Beverly Hills since he lit up the hot Jaguar at Santa Monica Boulevard slowed down, flung the driver’s side door open and bailed out of the moving car, dropping into …