The Chronicles of Agent M: Part IV, The End of a Beginning and the Beginning of the End
They stood on the catwalk, trapping each other in a stare that overflowed with relief, exhaustion, and suspicion. M's eyes narrowed to a slit as he slowly backed away from Jr., keeping his hand near the handle of his trusty grappling gun. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I'm here to get you out of here. I have a safehouse 2 →
The Chronicles of Agent M: Part III, Le Vestiaire
The cold early evening rain fell like an obliterating sigh on the roof of the nightclub Le Vestiaire, a seeming release of all the tension held in the air throughout the day. The building, a gentlemen's club of the highest grade, stood like a sentry against the cold sky and the steel rain. Behind the enormous wrought-iron fence the laid →
The Chronicles of Agent M: Part II, Connections Are Made
His plane arrived on time at 2:35 p.m. on Wednesday. The circles under his eyes played distant chords with his ever-increasing crow's feet, aggravating his eardrums and feeding his malnourished headache so that it had the strength of a gong half-submerged in a pool of gelatin. His watch told him that the flight had lasted 22 hours, 27 minutes. His →
The Chronicles of Agent M
The Ball had been arranged beautifully. The room spun in gilded Victorian floral carvings in the cherry blood Oak walls. The extravagently treated wood gained such a rich color in the light of the 12-foot-diameter gold plated chandeliers that it almost looked black. All seven of the chandeliers were on rotators, set to complete a full revolution once every hour to →
