Those Grey Steel Nights S1E3: Opening a Tab
I adjusted my tie. My revolver sat snugly in the holster under my dress shirt, butt-forward, in the thin fabric underarm rig I'd used in undercover operations for the last ten years. I didn't anticipate leaving my coat behind, but this being a...
Those Grey Steel Nights S1E7: Trouble just for kicks
The first snow had broken and I was looking for a streetwalker I didn't know the real name of. I called the number she left me and the line had been disconnected. All I had were Vincy's photos to describe the woman I was looking for. I drove back into...
Those Grey Steel Nights S1E4: Singing Robot Blues
Miss Songdog was out in the rainy night in her long blanket-lined coat and her wide flop hat. Both were incredibly soft. She couldn't feel it, but it must have lent her some kind of comfort. Her heels clicked on the asphalt and concrete. The lights...
Those Grey Steel Nights S1E1
Buckshot beat holes in the brick wall behind me. What didn't stick bounced off in a shower of flattened lead coins. I hugged the concrete barrier that was my castle wall. The damp stink of garbage and mold was suspended in the humid post-rainstorm air....
Those Grey Steel Nights S1E2: His Many Vices
I let go and the cat dropped from my arms. What was left of his head splattered. I grabbed the gun and pushed it to the side and raised my fist. That damn fox didn't flinch. His face and sweater were covered in flecks of blood, but none of it was his....
Those Grey Steel Nights S1E6: With Love
"What happened to your finger?" My drinking buddy asked. She was a collie, about forty five. Her brown hair shone a sort of hazy gold in the murky lights of the industrial-styled bar. The laughter all around us and behind us made it hard to hear. There...
Those Grey Steel Nights S1E9: The Yawning Maw
The past was a yawning maw and every waking moment, Miss Songdog was acutely aware of it. Sometimes she sat in her chair for hours, or days, until someone came to disturb her. She sat in a heap, her form held up only by its own rigidity, and stared at...
Those Grey Steel Nights S1E11: Decapitation
I woke up in the shower with cold water running over me and soaking into my fur. I turned the water off and pushed myself up onto my feet, and shook off. I tried to recollect the last night's activities, but all the drinking and drugs had run together...
Those Grey Steel Nights S1E13: We're Far From Where We'll Fall
Vincy sat alone in his office at the front of the abandoned mall. I sat alone in my office at the front of the abandoned mall. My gun was on the desk. Papers were spread out in front of me. I'd shucked off my parka and it was draped over the chair...
Those Grey Steel Nights S1E10: Halfway to Port Smith
It got on the news. The explosion, the raid, everything. Thanks to Verne, they had no footage to show, and the private security company that had been running the show couldn't offer a definite description of any of us. Miss Songdog, Verne and I managed...
Those Grey Steel Nights S1E8: Kill for Me
The snow that settled on the ground was beaten into a dirty grey slush by pedestrian and vehicle traffic. It was a clear, cold night. A poster on the wall of the just-awakening nightclub read 'The Synthetic Songdog sings here, Nov 14 20XX'. The news...
Those Grey Steel Nights S1E5: Payment Plans
I was on Miss Songdog's couch for days before I could finally sit up without feeling dizzy. Eventually, I was hobbling around her flat and making a mess. It helped that I was out of my mind on one potent course of painkillers. It was a hell of a way to...