Taylor

Taylor stood in the alley shadows, his back pressed against the rough brick of the sheriff’s station wall. It had taken too long to get here. He was five minutes past his deadline, and he was sure Brody had called him again, making… [See More on Patreon]

Taylor pushed through the door with his Glock up and leveled. Hutchins stood behind his desk, phone pressed to his ear. He froze mid-sentence, eyes tracking from Taylor’s face to the pistol and back again… [See More on Patreon]

Taylor got Henley back in the car and got back on the state road, headed northeast toward the hills. The binder and thumb drive were in Henley’s lap, wrapped in a plastic grocery bag Taylor had found in the trunk, although the doctor barely seemed… [See More on Patreon]

Taylor drove straight to the clinic and parked in the small lot out front. He grabbed the folder with the toxicology reports and billing statements and headed for… [See More on Patreon]

Taylor pulled out of the Mountain Vista parking lot and headed back toward town. Hutchins had put on a good show, he had to give the man that, and it would have probably fooled him if he did not know… [See More on Patreon]

Taylor drove back up the mountain road, his rental car bouncing over ruts and washboard sections that hadn’t improved since his first trip up. Mountain Vista had moved fast. He knew they were keeping an eye on him, but even they didn’t know he was coming to the mine, which meant they were being careful, […]