Harv and the Big Collapse: The Fool — Part 2
Frank slid a 45-pound plate onto the bar, then another, then another, and then he walked around to the other side of the rack and did the same. He…
Harv and the Big Collapse: The Fool — Part 1
“Dick head.” The man mumbled under his breath, pressing his small, chubby pointer finger against his space bar. With his other hand he reached for…
Harv and the Big Collapse: The Chariot — Part 2
Quentin was a ghost. His Social Security Number had been erased from the registries of every agency in the government, there were no tax records…
Harv and the Big Collapse: The Chariot — Part 1
“It wasn’t easy at all to keep my cool, I mean, this guy is a jerk, and every fu-friggin’ lunch break, this guy steals one of my mini-muffins. I seen…
