Thanks for the kind words and the interest. Here's Chapter #2. Another will appear tomorrow evening.
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It is thoroughly satisfying to sit, feet up facing south on my balcony. The late summer warmth on this Thursday afternoon was capable of producing this feeling by itself, but it didn’t have to. The on-shore breeze was steadily pushing a veil of pollution away from Boston’s skyline, two miles to the south. The Czech pilsner I had made and racked with Michael Devlin was very good. It shimmered in its glass for the brief period it was allowed to remain there, in the postmeridian sun. I held in my hand a generous bonus check from Janessa Potter for the work I did for her in Canada. All of those things contributed to my sense of well being. Only one thing interrupted the free flow of positive energy: Ivana Grdesic was dead. I had found her at the behest of a man who was not what or who he purported to be. I had no doubt I had, in one way or another, contributed to her death.
A car leaves Boston at 9AM, traveling at an average speed of 40 MPH on its way to Portland, Maine. Portland and Boston are 120 miles apart. Another car leaves Portland for Boston using only the same roads, an hour later. That car averages 80 MPH. When they meet, which car is closer to Boston?
| Boston, from Admiral's Hill in Chelsea |
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