Sinister Shorts
Chapter One
The Long Walk
At eleven the phone buzzed. Fleck had been dreaming, gazing out the window at the busy Atlanta street scene four floors below. He punched the conference button and heard the loud tinny voice of Franklin Bell calling from California. "Hey, John," Bell said. "You are a hard man to track down."
"You found me now," Fleck said. He had been relaxed; now he was uneasy. He straightened his back and the action down there snapped into sharp focus.
A woman pushing a stroller paused to extricate an angry child while Bell talked through the speakerphone.
"I got a job for you," he was saying. "The firm has a problem."
"I'm listening." His eyes stayed with the mother on the sidewalk. The child struggled out of her arms, made a break for the street.
"Just how tied up are you in Atlanta?"
"Depends," Fleck said. "What have you got?" By now he was standing, watching the woman tear after her kid.
A roaring semi blasted through Fleck's sight line. The woman launched herself into a tackle, arms out. When the truck had passed, his eyes searched for ... read full excerpt from: Sinister Shorts ebook
