The VFW was mostly empty.
Duke sighed. “It’s never easy.”
“It’s a sure thing,” Zeke said.
“Last ‘sure thing’…wasn’t.”
“Cops never got us.”
“Only ‘cause Smitty was on patrol and let us slide.”
“Knowledge of war crimes makes a great get-out-of-jail-free card”
“You play that one too much. Where’d you get tonight’s tip?”
“Self-storage on Benedict Arnold Drive,” Zeke said. “5pm. Bring zip-ties.”
“Your secrets end up on Wikileaks.”
Duke missed the clarity of war.
Smitty pulled out the heroin. “ODing is like riding a summer-breeze.”
Zeke struggled against the zip-ties. They held.
J.B. Stevens writes fiction, non-fiction, poetry, and reviews. He was a finalist for the Killer Nashville Claymore Award for best unpublished crime novel, nominated for the Pushcart Prize for poetry, and won Mystery Tribune’s inaugural micro-fiction contest.
J.B grew up in Georgia. He lives in the Deep South with his wife, daughter, and Yorkshire terrier. J.B. earned a Bachelor’s degree from The Citadel and a Master’s degree from Troy State University. He is a Black Belt in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and undefeated in Mixed Martial Arts competition. One of his early fights: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L10u8YSds4E
J.B. is a former U.S. Army Infantry Officer. He attained the rank of Captain before being honorably discharged. He saw combat in Iraq and earned numerous awards, including a Bronze Star.