Tag Archives: Tracer Bullet

Continued from Episode 9 – HERE Two weeks later, the evening slouched in wearing the same cheap suit as the night before. Tracer Bullet stood in his office, blinds half-closed, watching fog slither in from the river. The neon lights … Read More →

Continued from Episode 8 – HERE “That’d be Chester.” I stood with my back to the warped blinds, one hand in my coat, the other resting on the scuffed back up folder that contained every sorry truth we’d dug up … Read More →

Continued from Episode 6 – HERE I pulled the Charger up into chancery lot just as the rain tapered from its sulky drizzle. The building loomed in the evening fug, concrete and glass stacked like a columbarium of forgotten ideals. … Read More →

Continued from Episode 5 – HERE Episode 6: The Howl At The Moon In the rearview, the neon sign for the Alibi Bar shrank into a smear of blue and red. The rain finally sputtered out about the time I … Read More →

Continued from Episode 4 – HERE Episode 5: The Booth at Alibi Bar Rain polished the streets of Libville into a mirror that only reflected bad decisions, the kind that start with a smile and end with crime scene tape. … Read More →

Continued from Episode 2 – HERE Episode 3: St. Odilia and Lavender Liturgy The drive to Point Blank was uneventful in the same way a minefield is calm if you don’t move. The road out of the city narrowed into cracked asphalt … Read More →

Continued from Part 1 – HERE Episode 2: Gathering Thoughts The sound of the priest’s leather-soled wingtips faded down the corridor. I sat there a minute, letting the silence settle like incense after Benediction – heavy, but vaguely threatening. The … Read More →