Preview to The Fallen

Shreveport was balmy and wet in the Spring time, it always soaked you to the bone when it was like this. Len grunted at the red light as he waited impatiently in his Jeep for it to turn to green. Market street was always busy at five pm with the rush hour craziness of people on a war path to get home.

Short Story Time

Being a deception specialist was made easier by the fact that I’m deaf. My services are requested from all around the globe, I’m the cream of the crop as the saying goes. It’s interesting watching the body language of liars. They look off to the left, the small twitch at the corner of the mouth.