Dawson 04: Scrubbing Signs The two-door Ford pulled under the awning outside the Hampton Inn. The door opened before a stocky man in a suit rocked himself out of the tiny red car, pushing himself to stand up, huffing with effort. He frowned at the car, shaking his head. “Frickin’ sardine can,” he muttered, shutting … Continue reading »
Dawson 01 – Arriving in Atlanta “Where are we going?” she said. “My friends are going to come looking for me.” “Better their worry over you missing than them upset over your body,” Dawson kept checking his rearview mirror as he wove into the neighborhood. “Could we drive straight for half a second!” she snapped … Continue reading »
“Sir?” she leaned over from the aisle. “Sir?” His eyes snapped open, drawing a long breath as he looked around, blinking in surprise at her. “We’ve landed, sir,” she said. He looked around, surprised to see the end train of passengers already leaving the front cabin door at the opposite end of the plane. Glancing … Continue reading »
