Hans picked me up a little more than five hours after he first called me. He was driving a very beautiful pearl-white sports car with light tan leather interior. I remember him saying he drove Lou to the ER, and so I was really relieved that his seats still looked perfectly clean. I didn’t even […]
64 Foreigner’s God
My fiction characters always have a song on my writing playlist. And, most of the pivotal events that happen in my books are usually set to music in my mind before I ever write about them. Sometimes I wish God made me a songwriter instead of an author. Songwriters can tell an entire story in […]
65 Flooded Streets
I could see the dark rain clouds building in the evening sky when Hans was driving me to Steve and Paola’s house, and I knew it was going to rain. Hard. But I had already forgotten how quickly the streets would flood after a big rain in South Florida. I had no sooner taken my […]