Tony posting grandkids pictures on Facebook, was how Nick found him. He’d accepted a DM about a friendly reunion for old times’ sake. “I’m old!” he texted. Nick was still going to kill him. Looking at Tony now, standing across from him at the end of the deserted Brooklyn …

  The knife was an unfortunate compromise, but Maria didn’t want to use a gun. A shot could wake the circus’s animals. Dealing with a pissed off tiger, or rampaging elephant, wasn’t how she wanted to spend Easter. Bobo the Clown’s trailer was next to the bearded-woman’s camper, behind the …

  Jack Kerouac once said, “Life is holy and every moment is precious.” Sam wondered if the dickhead in the black turtleneck felt precious with his face smashed against the countertop. Sure, life is damn holy, but he didn’t give a shit about this guy. Another fake-ass devil worshipper with …