L.A. Fisher - Best of the BestChapter 14
“You’re a twisted finger searching for the corrupt entity it’s a part of!”
Vissili’s words held a new meaning. I was once again in the BMW, this time with my brother. When I told him about the big con he had just nodded in agreement. Something in this place had stripped him of his desires. He was Bebop. He was Rocksteady. He was silent and alone and lost. I wondered if his silence had to do with our old friends.
Talk to me, Marcus.
What’s going on?
“Are you going to actually talk when the time comes and we need you to?”
Marcus’s eyes were bloodshot orbs floating above two sagging bags of flesh. Lack of sleep wasn’t the main factor in his crazed appearance so much as it was lack of life. He looked drained of life. Gollum had looked healthier than my brother did. Younger. Stronger. My brother’s lips were chapped and his f
L.A. Fisher - Know a Guy that Knows a GuyChapter 13
I dropped Vissili off by his apartment near the Hollywood Hills. Uncharacteristically, I drove in silence, the stereo muted, left alone with my thoughts. There wasn’t exactly a decent plan for me to follow. I had a con to do on top of a con, a theft that was going to be looked at as worse than all of the other things in my life I had done. A kidnapper can’t exactly say, “Do a paternity test! I swear to Christ the kids are mine!”
Is that what I was going to be?
I was fucked!
I only had one lead and that was the sports bar where I had ran into them. If luck was with me, Will would be sitting in one of the booths and I could follow him home; decide what I was going to do from there. Luck wouldn’t be with me, though. Even if Will frequented that bar every day he wouldn’t likely go back after having seen me there. That’s what I worried, anyway. My plans hardly
Eat'em: Chapter 5Chapter 5
Mass Murderer’s Imaginary Menagerie! That’s the headline that accompanies my reveal of the Grotesque Infection during my trial. The catchy title does a good job of making me out to look like a lunatic. The article itself is farce. The journalist, David House, wrote it as if I am suggesting a microbial alien invasion of fungus people landed in my backyard. It reads like a smug movie review. He even compares my defense to an M. Night Shyamalan film.
The jury is expected to remain impartial and not be swayed the media. But the week after “Mass Murderer’s Imaginary Menagerie!” made the front page of the Star Telegram the prosecution compares my every word to various movies.
“I never said anything about trees exacting revenge!” Standing trial sucks. It’s long and pointless and entirely unfair. I didn’t get to go home and rest between court hearings. Which would make sense since I’m allegedly innocent until pr