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     Peach wasn’t sure how to go about it. The concept was perfect. His instincts told him so, and they never failed him. He knew the whole thing would…

     Tek sat in his car and listened to his stomach growl, apparently as upset as he was. He always seemed to be the getaway driver and it was…

      Tinman had been waiting for a week, and it was driving him crazy. At times like this, even pool wasn’t enough to distract him. The only thing…

      "I need a lemon.”Peach paused for a brief moment to take in this totally unexpected and baffling statement by his brother. As he went back to fitting…

     “Mee makhuea mai khrab?” asked Tinman.     “Eh?”     Tinman grumbled. He knew he was using the right Thai words and tones because he had been taught how…

     Most longtime residents of northern Nevada did not appreciate the recent influx of wealthy Californians fleeing from high taxes and dense living in Silicon Valley and the Bay…

     “And this is exactly how you found it, ma’am?” asked Detective Kehoe.     “Yes. It was open just like that,” said the richly attired dowager. “But nothing is…

     A disgruntled employee fingered the job. Peach first met him at Floyd’s Fireside Chat, one of his favorite drinking establishments. A month earlier, the tipster was fired from…

     “What do you mean you can’t open it?” asked Tinman, even though the question was unfair, and he damn well knew it.     Making certain he knew it,…