Guide Me Soft by K. A. Laity
We had two coppers, a shotgun and a dog named Rags on our tail. I only knew that because his overly enthusiastic owner kept howling, “Get ’em by the balls, Rags!” as we tore along. Small town, big money, smash and grab, said Chet. Easy peasy jalfreezi. I glanced his way. He ran flat out, […]