mrzablowdowski

Sunday. Morning. On call. Dispatched to secret location number three. A sunny morning and the Blunt Brothers is going up in smoke.

The police and fire reroute traffic. Forced an unfamiliar way down past the Catholic cathedral. There on the corner, grin and hat outstretched was Bob Bell.

Worked with Bob five years ago. He took the retirement package. Work with his son Bruce to this day.

Retirement is a heavenly cloud of smoke. Ambition it seems is sin.