by Steven James
While it was true that Mason was gone as well, Basque was the one who’d plagued me the longest, who’d haunted me ever since my early days as a detective.
“He is,” I said.
“And you start back at work on Monday.”
“I do.”
“So, what does the knight do now that the dragon is dead?”
“Hmm . . . That’s an interesting way to put it.”
He wipes the blood off his sword and stands ready, because there are more dragons lurking out there in the hills.
More dragons.
Lurking in the hills.
Yes, there are.
“I think, before anything else, he takes a break and spends the night at home alone with his wife.”
“I think I like that plan.”
Yeah, and then when he wakes up tomorrow, the fight will go on again.
Yes, it will.
And that’s just fine by me.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Special thanks to A. J. Hartley, Cecil Stokes, the Mint Museum, Reed’s Gold Mine, Marilyn Schuster, Liesl Huhn, Wayne Smith, Ryan Vernon, Scott Francis, Pam Johnson, Dr. Eva Pickler, Heather Knudtsen, Shawn Scullin, Dr. Clay Runnels, Darren Barkett, Dr. Todd Huhn, Trinity Huhn, Brent Howard, Susanna Einstein, Scott Boyd, Matt Walker, Dr. Ray Hunter, Simon Gervais, Shane Bowman, Tom Mendenhall, Maria David, Major Tim Danchess, Jeffrey Boggs, Paul Worley, the Charlotte Chamber of Commerce, Joseph Courtemanche, and Derek Pacifico.
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