DEADEST MAN IN TOWN, by Franklyn SearightWatching the man in green as he moved about was as entertaining as a dog fight, as long as it was not your pooch involved in the melee. He moved with a decided swagger and fluid movement requiring fewer muscles and bones than the average person.
“Well, well, well,” he said, pulling a chair away from the table and sitting down. “Haven’t seen yer in quite a spell, Arnie.”
The man addressed did a double take, and then another, spilling some of the coffee he was raising to his mouth. Catching Arnold Monroe by surprise and rendering him speechless for more than a minute was unheard of—but it happened this time. He did his best to repress any further emotion, but his eyebrows rose in astonishment. His insides felt as though they had been turned upside d
