Soren Buchanan pulled his Jeep into the first available parking spot nearest the Agat Marina’s clubhouse and dragged a hand through his windblown hair. Saw dust rained down on his lap. He was liberally coated with the stubborn stuff, having spent all morning cutting plywood. His eyes were gritty with it and he needed a shower.
He shouldered the old Jeep’s creaking door open and contemplated not for the first time to just… Continue
Added by NL Gassert on January 22, 2008 at 6:08am —
2B.Lourdes frowned. “Is that good or bad? I can’t tell.”
“Bad. At least we know where Buchanan is and what he’s capable of, but I have no idea what ever happened to this guy.” Mason jerked his chin at the mall entrance. A muscle jumped in his jaw. “He ruined my career once. He’s not going to do it twice.”
“Well, then.” Lourdes sighed wearily. “Let’s go back to… Continue
Added by NL Gassert on January 1, 2008 at 8:30am —