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Breach Kick --1.
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I knew I would have to find Durney McKusker's killer the day I was at the barber's for a shave and a haircut, and the barber asked me about the tiny red spots around my left eye. He had just taken a hot towel off my face, and was foaming soap with his brush, when he said, "Ora, what are these red dots around your eye? The barber put his straight razor to my neck and began shaving. As the barber scraped away at my face with his razor blade, he said, somewhat philosophically, "Stress eh? Last I heard, Blon...
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Breach Kick --4 by Geoff Ross
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The gun had been fired a few feet from where I was standing, but my body felt no pain, and whatever it is that is my self did not feel my body. I wondered if my mind was defending itself against the trauma of a lethal injury. I phased back into reality, began feeling my body again, inventorying it, trying to locate the site where I had been hit: legs, arms, torso, chest, head. . .nothing. Somehow, the bullet had missed me. But how could she possibly have missed at such close range? I should say you.
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Breach Kick --2.
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The Ragon was an older style motel, with detached cabins surrounding a central courtyard, which was basically a patch of grass with a few trees, a picnic table, and a rusty swingset. A marquee, attached to the motel's broken neon sign, advertised weekly and monthly rates, with free HBO. Actually, the letter "e" was missing from the word "rates", so the sign really said:. Weekly and Monthly Rat s. Well, son, just what did you think I was doing then? No, I'm not picking up my mail.". This information seeme...
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Breach Kick --6 by Geoff Ross
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So I just walked right into the Columbia Club and asked for Harry Thomasson. A fat guy at the door, the bouncer probably, pointed to a young man tending bar at the other end of the room, and said, "That's him, if you have to know." People say the strangest things sometimes; I really had no idea what he meant by "if you have to know.". Just then, Thomasson approached me, and asked, while dunking dirty glasses in the bar sink, "What can I getchuh? Club soda, please.". All the way down where? And how am I s...
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Breach Kick --5 by Geoff Ross
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The Christmas decorations only starkened the desolation. The public library did too. You could tell he was the kind of guy that lots of girls would consider sexy. He also looked like he'd be hell in a fistfight. He squinted, as if trying to remember how he was supposed to know her, or as if trying to decide whether he wanted to acknowledge knowing her. I myself would have kept walking. It's me," she shouted, "Tammy Hassler. Jason's mom.". She asked, "When did you get out? Just this week, actually.".
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Breach Kick --3.
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I never had a compliment that meant more to me than that one. Granted, I didn't like sharing it with this other guy, Bruce, but it electrified me nevertheless. And god did I hunger for more: I wanted to ask him why, in part simply to prolong the moment, but also so that I could savor it better, get to experience it from every possible angle: what was it about. That made him feel that way? Anyway, I guess that's how I first met Bruce. I wish I never had; I wish Durney never had. I dropped the brochure bac...
