Fangs Out

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My thanks to master aircraft mechanics Dan and Brian Torrey for their insights on all things mechanical, and to editors Barbara Baker, Barb Hallett, and Joslyn Pine for their expertise. Thanks also to esteemed writer and friend Sara J. Henry for helping keep my prose honest. To cover designer Lon Kirschner, website guru Kevin Pacotti, my agent extraordinaire Jill Marr, and publishers Judith and Martin Shepard, I am deeply indebted, as I am to the many family members and good friends who have opened their hearts, doors, and, not infrequently, wallets, in my pursuit of the writer’s life. My gratitude also to those anonymous intelligence professionals, true heroes all, who each day help keep us safe without expectation of reward. You know who you are.

The dead man wanted Lobster Thermidor and a good bottle of Pinot Noir.

“Who does he think he is,” the warden said, “Wolfgang Puck?”

They compromised on a bacon cheeseburger, onion rings, and two cans of cold Pepsi from the roach coach parked out in the visitors’ lot, the aroma of sizzling grease wafting through the exercise yard like a tantalizing reminder of freedom itself. Thankful at having avoided a dust-up over last meal menus, the warden threw in what remained of a carrot cake left over from his executive assistant’s baby shower.

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