In The Doghouse: Chapter Sixteen
It had been almost a month since Blaine left. Vance was handling it a little better with each passing day; his gym attendance and personal hygiene had improved somewhat, and he had joined Reid in the practice of avoiding alcohol entirely. It was,...
In The Doghouse: Chapter Fifteen
_"Happy birth-day to youuuu, happy birth-day to youuuuu! Happy birth-day dear Lucyyyyyyyy, happy birth-day to youuuuuuu!"_ _ _ Smiling, Lucy leaned over the table and blew out the light of nineteen candles, plunging the room into darkness to a round...
In The Doghouse: Chapter Fourteen
Reid's long night just became a lot longer. He was free to go after the security footage was reviewed, and having his car and his background thoroughly searched for any incriminating evidence. When they found none, they settled for the witness report...
In The Doghouse: Chapter Thirteen
"That can't be good." Reid muttered to himself, pulling to a stop in his truck in front of Vance's modest, suburban home. Vance's Supra was parked in the haphazard way not uncommonly seen amongst the habitually drunk. Half in the driveway, half in the...
In The Doghouse: Chapter Twelve
When Veronica Gianotti walked in through the front doors of Doghouse Performance Engineering, she made the plain, commercial glass and steel doors look like the entrance to the Golden Globe Awards. An engine even sputtered to its death in the back -...
In The Doghouse: Chapter Eleven
_Clink. Chk._ _ _ _ _ Dallas sat perturbed in his usual seat at the bar the next afternoon, absentmindedly opening and closing his polished brass Zippo lighter while some of his goons laughed at each other across the pool table. "Fuck." The...
In The Doghouse: Chapter Ten
Cruel and unusual punishment, thy name is a crying baby. Vance awoke at the ungodly hour of zero-two-hundred, red-eyed and hoping that Blaine would shuffle out of bed and tend to Kaitlin, who was calling for them in the way babies do for the third...
In The Doghouse: Chapter Nine
Another four months had come and gone. Paul had receded into the depths of seclusion once more. After a tearful visit to the shop, he'd hugged his protégé and disappeared again, headed for the forests of Southern Wyoming. Erin had apologetically...
In The Doghouse: Chapter Eight
Reid stared at a blank wall in his house and figured that it would be a perfect spot for a fireplace, assuming that a fireplace would ever be needed for the seventy-degree Christmases known almost exclusively to Californians. While a fireplace was out...
You Bet Your Ass!
"Come on, I'll give you three to one odds, three to one!" Private Mack Stewart's pleas for another chance to swindle his fellow soldiers out of their hard-earned money fell on deaf ears. Groans and dismissing waves were all he got in response to...
Valium & Vodka: Final Chapter
In the morning, it was water instead of beer. A handful of peanuts had become a handful of pills. Immunosuppressants. Anxiolytics. Anticonvulsants, benzodiazepines, painkillers, and blood thinners, just to name a few. They sat on his tongue like...
Valium & Vodka: Chapter Fourteen
"Given the amount of time that passed between the events of the collision and the alleged shooting, it was entirely likely that Mr. O'Flynn had not yet died. Given the extent of his injury, I have little doubt that he could possibly have survived, but...