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I sidle over. “Hey, darlin’ – how’s biz?” She squints. Sizes me up. “You got caps – or you just talk?” Caps! Ha! Straight outta – the movie. I’m laughin’. Inside my head. She don’t know – I’m picturin’ her. Ridin’ shotgun – in the War Rig. Me? I’m Max. Broodin’. Silent. But – I talk anyway. “Look, I ain’t here – to waste time.” She smirks. “Time’s all I got – ‘til the next john.”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

After Raphael theft, Voss is waiting on the sewers. I thought he told you that if you spoke to him at the brothel earlier. Order is typically.

I decide to follow them. They lead me to a park near the old church, and it’s packed. Families, dogs, everyone’s just enjoying life. I plop down on a bench, and this old man sits next to me. He starts telling me stories about Voss. Like, did you know it’s famous for its skiing? I mean, I knew, but hearing it from him made it real.

Earl G. Voss Obituary November 26, 2024