WARNER B. BAIR II

          "The last time I felt anything was the day my wife died and what I'd felt was nothing because all of my emotions had died with her.  Since then, I'd been a dead man walking.  Now, I found myself in the City of Angeles on a missing person's case, up to my ass in hit men, drug dealers, federal narcs and the Mafia.  The more I pushed the envelope looking for the missing Kyle Reardon, the more bullets came flying my way.  I'd better figure out where he was soon or I wouldn't be a dead man walking, I'd just be dead.

        "And if I didn't have enough trouble now, I'd met Charlotte again.  Charlie, my first love, the girI'd lost when I first started dodging bullets in that little war they called Viet Nam.  After one night with Charlie, I was alive again.  So, if people were going to die, it wasn't going to be Charlie and it sure as hell wasn't going to be me  Not now, not when I had a reason to live.

        "With my friend Mike, the cop I'd shared a patrol car with back in the day, to back me up and even the odds.  I was going to find Reardon, protect the woman I loved and make some people wish they never screwed with me."

                                                                                               The Anonymous Man     

         "I'd been married before but being married to Charlie was like eating your first ice cream cone, your eyes lit up as you savored the taste while you tried to lick fast enough to keep the dribbles off your chin.  It was a good thing I was in shape because my woman never stopped running.  Now, she discovered a victorian house in Montana she wanted, so, what the Hell, I had to buy it for her.  It needed a lot of work and a lot of money.

        And I had to buy it from the local crime boss, the guy with the big goon who didn't like me.  Fortunately, he liked Eldon Bishop, a psychopathic killer and the leader of the local outlaw motorcycle gang, even less.  That was a point in my favor because I might need the local Godfather's help after Bishop made a move on Charlie and I discouraged him with a six iron.  Now, Bishop had decided to even the score by killing me.  Worse, he had decided to kill Charlie too.  After he raped her.

        Bishop had used the law before to get away with murder and figured with my background as a lawyer and judge, I'd made the mistake of thinking the law could protect us.  He figured wrong.  Of course, he didn't know how much I loved Charlie and what I was prepared to do to save her.  So, I thought Bishop and I would do our death dance far away from the maddening crowds.  Alone. In the mountains.  Great plan but I should have known Charlie wouldn't stay home, sitting by the fire with a good book.  Not my woman."

                                                                                        The Anonymous Man

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