Stuffed
Chapter One
Chapter 1
I was walking down the creaky steps of a shop called Gunderson's Odds N' Ends. In my arms was a heavy bell jar with a white crow in it. The albino Corvidae was dead, had been for a long time, but was still around thanks to the noble art of taxidermy. I was intent on not dropping the bird and was focused on my footing. Ice patches lay in my path, and an impromptu Eskimo cha-cha would likely send the crow to the scrap heap and me into traction.
My '66 Lincoln was close at hand, top down. A nine-foot Pacific sailfish lay on its back in the rear seat. Fish tail sticking out one side of the car, sword out the other. Cut a corner too tight in Manhattan, and I'd have some pedestrian shish kebab on my hands. But I was far from home, in the boondocks of Vermont, and didn't expect much foot traffic.
The backseat was full, so I dodged slippery swaths of snow and heaved the bell jar int ... read full excerpt from Stuffed ebook
