"Don't skulk," he told her. "It makes a person look suspicious."
Deirdre had a secret. Well, truth be told, she had many secrets. The greatest of those was that her traveling companion was not at all what he appeared to be. And he had appetites, dreadful and unhealthy appetites.
It's what you get when you make a deal with the Devil.
B.L. Slocum is a lawyer and former intelligence officer who writes to quell the various voices that beset him. His many professions have ranged from short-order cook to truck driver to writer and editor. He once even had the crackpot idea of becoming a college professor. The foolish things he writes and silly ideas he holds are all his own.
He has this to say about himself:
I never found my grandmother's old typewriter as a youngster, so I didn't become infected by the writing bug as precocious young beasties sometimes do. (No, that all came much later.) Either way, writing is not, and likely never will be, a full-time gig for me. But in between trips to the courthouse, I scratch out stories for my amusement and for the entertainment of others.
Always, I live the family motto, "Volo pecuniam pre." And I believe in my heart there are few things better than a good story well told. I hope you all enjoy mine.