FBI Agents Stan Beeman and Dennis Aderholt stood fifty yards away with their eyes fixated on a man sitting on the park bench. Forty-five minutes and nobody had met with him. This was it – the day they would finally find the mole in the department who has been giving classified information to terrorists. Continue reading “The dead drop”
“Farts.” I said with a straight face.
“Farts? ma’am?” asked someone in the tourist group, puzzled.
“Yes. Farts,” I explained, “that’s what made them extinct.” Continue reading “The Amoosing Mooseum”
“Hey dude, come check this out!” I called out to Ashwin. “You remember the old family photo hanging at home? That was taken here!”
“The one where nobody’s smiling?” He snapped back without lifting his eyes off the phone. He had a gazillion selfies on that phone. Continue reading “Dude, please”