Life after Death…

It was just before eleven am when Harry Pimble arrived at the offices of Blood, White, and Blue. After paying the driver he stepped from the cab into the shimmering heat of mid-morning Manhattan where sunlight sparkled off the skyscrapers that lined the Hudson. Harry lit a cigarette and watched the cab rejoin the vein … More Life after Death…

Bastard Sun.

It’s fucking evil the sun out here. A right nasty piece of shit. Comes up just before the locals start wailing and hangs there all fucking day like a proper menace. I have to smear meself in Army issue factor fifty to keep it from torching me skin. Makes me look like Casper the fucking … More Bastard Sun.