It was probably a sure bet that Mr. Saint was the one who shot at me in the phone booth a few days before. The question was how did he find me? He might have known which ocean liner I had taken and had it staked out when it reached port. But if he followed me from the docks then he saw me go to the precinct when I visited Harrigan. Maybe he thought I was speaking to the cops about Deborah's disappearance. In any case, Mr. Saint was going to have to be dealt with.
One way or another...
Neville Hunt almost 5 years ago
Yep, can’t wait for Saint’s ‘dealing with’ but I reckon it’s gonna be a helluva bumpy ride! Exciting!
Christopher almost 5 years ago
Thanks, Neville. It's turning out better than I thought.
Neville Hunt almost 5 years ago
It’s very good Christopher. You should t doubt yourself so much. You’re a great writer!
Christopher almost 5 years ago
Thank you.
Christopher almost 5 years ago
Thanks, Drew. I love surrealism. Don't write much in that genre but I do love it.