No more to say today than, "Happily, the plot thickens. The tasty Manning [working title] stew simmers and burbles in a rich sauce of suspense and delicious snippets of spice and herbal delights." Stay tuned, readers. Someday the stew will be served, I'm pretty certain:
He swiped his cashcard through the
payslot which automatically transferred money to the TriMet and hurried back
through the ghoulish stares to find a seat.
A
well lit and open ride all the way.
Detectives of old, he was thinking
with a smile, wouldn’t know what to make
of private dicks—that old term he loved—who
rode light rail, would they?
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