
Thanks, seamus. Part 2 is posted now - concluding part tomorrow. How's that for speedy?

Red
Mick in a nutshell when it comes to his work - although I do love the visual I get of Mick as a gumshoe in the 30's.So much of what Mick had learned over the years, the mistakes, the successes, the consistency of human motives, had formed his own set of rules, his SOP. He smiled at the memory of an ageing, celluloid gumshoe, frozen in black and white, dame on his arm, fedora firmly in place, educating his audience. Mick St. John’s rule number one: know your client.
How much did I love this? Just a very subtle reminder of what Mick is underneath the veneer of civility he wears.Even if he hadn't noticed the Lincoln Continental as it pulled up to the intersection, he could feel it, the crackle, the electricity, the anticipation, the echoes of other raiders on foreign lands. Mick felt it in his bones, the blood memory of battle.
Shadow wrote:This story has the feel of the earliest episodes