Didier was frantic. It was 2 am and the truck had been due at 10:00 pm. He hadn’t seen Claudette in 2 weeks, he knew nothing of the plan other than to be at his warehouse in Montreuil, east of Paris at 10:00 and to avoid the Nazis on his way on his ancient velo. …
Lance Risko had jumped bail and it was my job to get him in cuffs and in front of a judge… again. My name is Stephanie Peach and I’m a bond control officer in Hoboken, New Jersey. That’s right, a bounty hunter. The only problem with this assignment was that I needed to find him…
“I don’t trust them Claudette,” Didier whispered. “Captain Jack seems unfriendly and his friend Stephen is strange. Is he English, Irish, Spanish or what? I am afraid they will sell us out. The only good omen is that the boat name is French.” “I am so glad we picked up our Complant allocation from your cousin in Dover. …
It had been a good day. Stephanie Peach, a bond enforcement agent in Hoboken, New Jersey, had finally gotten cuffs on mob boss Lance Risko. After depositing him at police headquarters, she collected her “body receipt” – that meant she could pay rent this month. And this was the fourth day in a row she hadn’t…
Zsszsss, the line started zinging off the reel. “Oh shit,” Doc exclaimed, “another damn ray” But the shaking of the rod tip told a different story. “I’ll be damned, I think it’s a halibut!” Doc said aloud although there was no one else aboard his skiff East of Reason. Although it was a late night…
It was later than he planned when Doc rolled into Monterey from his collecting trip up the coast; in fact, it was past midnight. That’s why he was surprised to see the lights blazing as he approached his lab/residence on Cannery Row and the front door ajar. As he entered the lab he was beyond surprised……
It was worse than she thought, much worse. Stephanie Peach was a bounty hunter based in Hoboken, New Jersey and this had gotten her into some dicey situations. But this one might be the grand salami. A pool party at an Atlantic City casino and she was supposed to get the cuffs on mob boss…
Didier had no idea how it had gone this far. How had a “petit fonctionnaire” at a customs clearing agency on the outskirts of Paris gotten involved in shipments of arms for the Resistance? As usual, it involved a beautiful woman, and Claudette was no exception. As they huddled in her frigid garret room over…
Luke and Smiley knew they could borrow the old grocer’s model A truck if they promised to bring him back a crate of lettuce. First they needed to find a can of gas and one decent tire with at least enough tread to make it from Cannery Row to the Salinas Valley where they knew…
Stephanie Peach knew that she was in trouble when Scout told her to don her little black dress and be at billionaire Lance Risko’s beach front mansion in Surf City, New Jersey for a cocktail party at 8:00. Not only was Risko a mob boss, but Scout shared with her, as he ran through the…