“Bubble double, spoil and rubble.” “Have you got that right, dear?” Bjarnhilda raised her long and warty nose out of the pot she was stirring, just missing its rim. “Of course, I do.” She continued, “Fire burn and caldron bubble.”… Continue Reading
D.S.S. agent Roy Lombardi looked up from his palm tablet. “Kelly?” “Sir?” “You are to meet with Jemal Yavuz at this address in Kurtulus.” He handed me a paper. “Why me?” “You know Istanbul.” “This meeting might be a trap.”… Continue Reading
“And this is Jim Lange signing off! See you next week on The Dating Game!” Sergeant Ted Bernard, LAPD, leaned forward. “Very entertaining, Al. So?” Al Murphy flicked a switch and the tape stopped playing. The police department black and… Continue Reading