Sandy ZusmannThe Fat Man — Chapter 40I slept late on Sunday. I always slept late on Sunday, but today felt different.Aug 7, 2022Aug 7, 2022
Sandy ZusmannThe Fat Man — Chapter 39Everything fell apart when Dalton and Aleksei’s bodies hit the floor of the Tea House.Jul 31, 2022Jul 31, 2022
Sandy ZusmannThe Fat Man — Chapter 38The Tea House sat overlooking the water in the Japanese Tea Garden and had done so since it was built for a fair almost fifty years ago…Jul 24, 2022Jul 24, 2022
Sandy ZusmannThe Fat Man — Chapter 37The diciest part of the plan was something that was out of my hands entirely and in the hands of a gruff makeup man I’d never met…Jul 17, 2022Jul 17, 2022
Sandy ZusmannThe Fat Man — Chapter 36As I sat in the quiet of my room at the Whitcomb, I realized that the day that started so well was on the verge of falling apart. Yes…Jul 10, 2022Jul 10, 2022
Sandy ZusmannThe Fat Man — Chapter 35Saturday started early. By 6:30, I was parked in a worn booth in a diner that, like the booth, had seen better days. I was halfway through…Jul 3, 2022Jul 3, 2022
Sandy ZusmannThe Fat Man — Chapter 33I was nursing a whiskey and enjoying a cigarette when Short and Stocky walked into the House of Shields. I drained what was left of my…Jun 19, 2022Jun 19, 2022
Sandy ZusmannThe Fat Man — Chapter 32The first order of business Friday was a call to Tom. I gave him the name The Fat Man told me the Turk was using. It turned out to be the…Jun 12, 2022Jun 12, 2022
