Chapter 68: Three of Spades, the Gravediggers

Img by Adrian Borda At the same time, some 240 miles away, Julian shivered as the mist rolled in off the river, creeping around the shell of the old LeBoux mansion like a living blanket, robbing light and only spotlighting the most ghoulish of the ancient oaks. The haunted house sat on a lot beside…

Chapter 67: House Cut of a Roaring Lioness

Their loud, drunken laughter filled the hotel. They guffawed about the way the cashier had tried to give April a check and she had gibed in a southern drawl, “Sugar, the only paper I’m acceptin’ is cash.”Even though he was laughing as he entered the hotel room, Slick’s eyes were taking an inventory of the…

Chapter 66: Viva Las Vegas

With her make-up putting up a valiant effort to hide her rapidly healing black eye, April took one last look in the mirror before heading out to the parking lot. She had no idea how, but she was prepared to try all the keys in all of the cars until one of them started an…

Chapter 65: Accidental Gang Member

Hours later as little Max, a.k.a., Fish helped ‘Just Tall’ stack shelves at the voodoo shop, the dilemma of how to ease Mrs. Cara’s mind without betraying his friends was weighing on him. He noticed a fresh tattoo on the seven-foot-tall stock boy. The tat was an old time pistol with a six pointed star…

Chapter 64: The Dead Line

Cara was waiting outside in the cab and Max ran down the stairs of the guest house and cut across the courtyard. He heard the twang of an arrow being loosed from a bow. He skidded to a stop and bent backwards while a foot-long plastic arrow zoomed over him to stick its red suction…

Chapter 63: Guns Aren’t Safe

Six hours away at the St. Vincent’s guest house little Max was busy cooking breakfast in the kitchenette of his studio apartment. The apartment felt like it had become more spacious after Detective Bernos had moved all of his life’s work to his office at Lee Circle. The small twelve by twelve living room was…

Chapter 61: You Rang?

Remember when I said that there were guardian angels and those angels could influence people? Well, a guardian angel would have been perfect at this point; some voice of reason to light Spider’s path. However, the powers that be didn’t assign the Ice Cream Gangsters a guardian angel because half the city, including Arch Angel…

Chapter 59: War Stories

“That old man must have 300 pairs of overalls!” Spider exclaimed while the boys cleaned fish under the tutelage of the fourth grade fisherman. The only one who remotely knew what he was doing was Spider who said Rambo had taken him fishing at Bayou St. John - a five acre waterway next to the…