letters from an empty trailer the Valley of Decision chapter thirty one Draino had two days to prepare, he wanted to make good use of his time. The clearing was now a small shallow lake, and the only place

letters from an empty trailer the Valley of Decision chapter thirty The trailer was clean enough now to move into. Axle reattached the solar array to the roof mounts he had installed years ago. The four

letters from an empty trailer the Valley of Decision chapter twenty-eight Detective Swallwell, walked back across the manicured graveyard now heavily bursting into spring. Detective Skidmore was waiting

letters from an empty trailer the Valley of Decision chapter twenty-eight Draino had no idea how well his plan was working, or if it even was? He certainly didn’t know how much pressure Red was under,

letters from an empty trailer the Valley of Decision chapter twenty seven The second Axle lifted his leg over the saddle, his horse kicked and reared sending him hard to the ground. Angela in her excitement

letters from an empty trailer the Valley of Decision chapter twenty six In a fogged in and rainy Brazil, Les Dickout, the CEO of Red Oil, sat in the Belem international airport lounge, flipping nervously

Letters from an empty trailer the Valley of Decision chapter twenty five Red got three strange calls, all within an hour of each other. The most interesting one to him was news of Sanchez’s arrest. News

Letters from an empty trailer the Valley of Decision chapter twenty four Detective Swallwell received a call from a San Jose police detective, Barton Rush, saying Sanchez was spotted having a lunch meeting

Letters from an empty trailer the Valley of Decision Tao, paused at the top rung of the latter, level with the containers floor. His eyes bugging out looking around in absolute wonder. He had never seen

Letters from an empty trailer the Valley of Decision chapter twenty two Detective Penny Swallwell, along with her partner, sat patiently waiting for her lawyer to finish reading a dossier of charges laid

Letters from an empty trailer the Valley of Decision chapter twenty-one Famous Bolinas Ocean Front Estate, Burns to Ground, cried the morning headlines. Axle slept fitfully, when he did sleep and saw the

Trailer Trash: Letters from an empty trailer the Valley of Decision chapter three It was a real Chet Baker night, as Axle lifted the large kitchen window sash, and leaned out into a damp Seattle winter

Valley of Decision chapter twenty Axle ran back down pier 39, dodging and weaving through the crowds of tourists at a Taxi stand near the foot of the pier. He waved to the first car in line, heaving out

Valley of Decision chapter nineteen “Tao. It’s pronounced Tao. Not Tosh.” spoke the tightly bound miner lying on the jungle floor, tied fast to his now obviously dead friend. “Tao? That explains a lot,”

Valley of Decision chapter eighteen "POLICE ARREST THEIR OWN” read the San Rafael Independent headline the following morning. “WHAT THE HELL’S GOING ON OVER THERE?” yelled the Mayor into his phone.

Valley of Decision chapter seventeen Two days had elapsed, and not a sign of Tosh, nor the others. Even the jungle suspected they were gone, and began to creep in. Draino now felt claustrophobic and began

Valley of Decision chapter sixteen At the Franciscan Axle, Rosa, and Angela took their reserved seats without Red, at a great location, beside huge windows, over looking the bay. “He’s a busy man Angie,”

Valley of Decision chapter fifteen “What did you mean yesterday, when you said, and I quote. ‘If it is what I think it is?’” asked Detective Swallwell, of the Coroner, the following morning. “About two

Valley of Decision chapter fourteen Late Thursday afternoon, San Rafael homicide Detective, Penny Swallwell, received a strange call about three bodies, in a van out on highway 101. What was strange, was

Valley of Decision chapter thirteen Rosa noticed it first. Strange cleaning smells permeated the house. Angela only noticed it when it was pointed out to her. Rosa ran a tight ship and went right to the