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by Utopian Mirror
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English Thriller
WITH A NEW DECADE LOOMING, Aloysius Archer was on a creaky bus headed west to California to seek as much of a life as someone like him
could reasonably expect. A roof over his head, three squares a day, a pint of decent liquor every now and then, and a steady supply of his Lucky Strikes to keep his mouth supple and amused. And a job. Actually, more of a profession. He needed that right now. It was like seeking water while in a
desert, you just required it and didn’t care how you got it. Otherwise, he’d be a chump, and there was no future in that.
WITH A NEW DECADE LOOMING, Aloysius Archer was on a creaky busheaded west to California to seek as much of a life as someone like himcould reasonably expect. A roof over his head, three squares a day, a pint ...Read Moreliquor every now and then, and a steady supply of his Lucky Strikesto keep his mouth supple and amused. And a job. Actually, more of aprofession. He needed that right now. It was like seeking water while in adesert, you just required it and didn’t care how you got it. Otherwise, he’dbe a chump, and there was no future in
IN HIS HOTEL ROOM, which looked like a shower stall with halfheartedambition, Archer ditched his hat on the bed, tucked his satchel in the narrowcloset with two feeble hangers dangling from the wooden rod, and sat in theone chair ...Read Morethe one window. He parted the faded and frayed curtains andstared out at Reno. It just looked average, maybe a little below that, in fact.Yet maybe it punched above its weight, like he always tried to do.He smoked another Lucky and took a drink from the flask he carried inhis jacket pocket. Archer didn’t need beautiful women, watery wine, orgolden
THE WHEELHOUSE WAS LOCATED in a building about as big as an aircraftcarrier, but with nicer furniture, no portholes, and enough booze to launchher. Inside an army of gamblers was looking to win big, although almost allwould lose what ...Read Morehad brought plus what they hadn’t brought. Archerdidn’t need Shyner to tell him the odds favored the House. Somebody hadto pay for the liquor, the neon, and the ladies, and the chubby old man whoowned it all and liked his champagne and fifty-dollar suckers.Pretty much every game of chance invented was being played in the mainroom as cocktail waitresses in
HEY. HEY, YOU!”Archer looked over and saw the woman waving enthusiastically at him.It was Liberty Callahan, of the Dancing Birds troupe, sitting at theroulette table. She had changed out of her stage outfit and lost her condorsized feather. While ...Read Moresparkly dress was tight, her welcoming smile,promising skittish fun with few rules, was even more appealing to Archer.And yet when he more soberly took in her toothy smile and friskyappearance, Archer saw in it prison guards itching to bust his head, chaingangs to nowhere, and food that was not food at all. That was what hadhappened to him the last
IT’S RIGHT DOWN THIS STREET,” said Callahan as they turned off the strip. “Afriend told me it used to be a speakeasy back when they had Prohibition.”Callahan slipped her arm inside his. “Isn’t life just grand sometimes,Archer? I mean, ...Read Moreminutes ago we had nothing, really. And now look atus.”Archer wasn’t sure what to make of her move on him, but he let the ladystay right where she was, even as her soft hip bumped his. He could figurethat out later, if need be.“It took guts what you did back there, betting all those chips.”“Doesn’t seem anything like that.”“I suppose