by admin | Aug 4, 2005 | Jack Bullet
I woke with that kind of swimmy feeling you get when the marghueritas come quicker than a tenth grader in a bordello. Somehow, I knew that I was in Kings Heath. I could taste something vile in the back of my throat; Kebab residue maybe or Kababish residue, it...
by admin | Aug 4, 2005 | Jack Bullet
As I am writing this the CIA, the FBI, the NSA, the USSS, MI5, MI6, Mossad and The Disney Corporation are all trying to pinpoint my true location. It was a house just like any other, on a street like all the rest, slap dab in the middle of Normalville, Moseley. Leads...
by admin | Aug 4, 2005 | Jack Bullet
I didn’t know why I came here…. I only knew that I had to get away. And fast. Old Willie wasn’t going to like me muscling in on his turf and I wasn’t about to wait around for his goons to show up and deep six me in a vat of cider. The trail had...
by admin | Aug 4, 2005 | Jack Bullet
For most people Christmas was a time for rejoicing, a time to swap presents with their loved ones and bask in the warm glow of togetherness. For me Christmas was a time to sneak into Moseley and see if I could find a lead on the missing Jade Chopsticks without falling...
