The Street Finds Its Own Uses (Pt. 4)
The side of the parking garage across from the building was bedecked with equipment. The lion’s share, by mass at any rate, was in the form of large…
The Street Finds Its Own Uses (Pt. 3)
She was Mike Kelly, an old friend from college. The phone turned on, activating his headset. “So, I heard you were in town?” He could practically hear her…
The Street Finds Its Own Uses (Pt. 2)
Five hours later and five miles east, Ryan Gonçalves stared into his drink at an airport bar in Nashville. The bar was disgustingly new and trendy, with its…
The Street Finds Its Own Uses (Pt. 1)
The sky over Nashville was still pitch-black, even at five in the morning, with forty-five minutes to sunup and a clear sky. They made their way to a parking…
Heists for Guns
Johnny Reznor walked into Munitions Unlimited Inc. and ordered an Infinity Series no. 2. The receptionist looked him up and down and sneered. “I’m sorry, sir…
How are we funded, Professor?
“This will be your first lesson in real science,” said the Professor, heaving a roll of extension cord into my arms, “Problem solving. Not the phooey you’re…
A Gentleman's Game
“Now that is a woman,” Gerard commented under his breath as he stepped into the Egyptian artifacts room of the museum. The klaxon of the security alarms was…
The Emerald Cat Burglar
She was perspiring. Heavily. Great slick beads of sweat that slid down the subtle curves of her face and neck. This wasn’t like her at all. It was distracting…
Fat People
Fat people are hard to kidnap. The operation had always been straightforward, wait until the right moment, approach, open doors, introduce to the van, leave…