This shot was last Saturday February 2, at the Figarden Blvd. Postal Annex. By the way, the City of Fresno’s spelling of the street is correct with the “one G” in Figarden. Perhaps it had to do with the street sign dimensions limiting the number of letters, However, there is an original Fig Garden area as it was a Railroad station stop at the Santa Fe line’s intersection of West Bullard and North Brawley.
I don’t know if I’ll be bundled up, again, but the mornings have been “frosty” this week. I will be set up in the same fashion tomorrow morning Saturday, February 9, at 9:00 AM, at the Postal Annex on Nees at Willow. It is at the east wing of Willow Station tower behind the McDonalds.
Keep a heads up as I am waiting for the YouTube link of the Central Valley Talk interview done yesterday, Thursday, February 7. I will post it as soon as it arrives.
When a dying friend and fellow Civil War reenactor asks California physician Hank Houston to find his daughter’s killer, Hank has no idea what problems his snooping will cause. The last thing he expected to uncover was a US murder squad being run by the DHS. But this domestic black ops unit is determined not to be exposed and, as Hank gets closer to the truth, he discovers just how far they will go to hide all their dirty little secrets.
Excerpt Hank just wouldn’t seem to die—so this time they were going to make sure…
The hospital hallway was quiet, with the exception of the echo of a patient chart being tossed on a desk and crash cart draws being opened and closed. A night nurse checked the current supplies. The cop at the doorway watched as a well-dressed man approach Hank’s room.
“I’m Doctor Terry Graf. I’d like to check on Henry Houston.”
The cop motioned for him to go into the room.
Hank had just closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep again. He remained asleep as Terry entered the room and removed a syringe from his pocket. The sterile snap of breaking plastic did not disturb Hank, as Terry prepared to inject him. He and Hank had been friends at one time, but this was a necessity. Hank had to go. There could be no loose ends.
This method was so clean. Hank’s nervous system would just go out and, with that, everything would shut down. There would be no pain, just total lights out, like a switch.
Terry kept the syringe pointed up, but hidden from the door, as he picked up Hank’s IV line. He followed the line looking for the piggy-back injection site. But he did not find it. The line led back to a pump on a stand.
He looked at the top of Hank’s hand. Damn. I could inject into the line. No, the pressure increase there will set off the alarm on the pump. Will have to risk waking him and go right into the vein.
Terry saw a shadow move on the wall and turned his head toward the door. A nurse stood there, watching him.
This short story is now an Amazon Kindle Direct offer. THE MINE, published by Dry River Publications an imprint of Fresno River Press is about a frustrated artist. Ron Mueller is not happy with lack of sales of his paintings. He does get a few small commissions, but it is not enough. He has difficulty relating to his wife’s family, which creates other problems. She wants him to get a real job. The story is set in Oakland, California, the delta area, and Sierra foothills. A wedding, gambling, and mining also figure into Ron’s experiences to solve his problems. This short story is first published as this Kindle Direct version.
It can also be borrowed as a Kindle Select option for the next 90 days. The link page for THE MINE is: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00HF9CVWO#