Big Hairy Deal
For once I wasn’t in the office when our future four-legged client bounded passed me snarling at screaming civilians. At the time I was concentrating on squeezing a grapefruit at Mo’s Fruitland on Bleeker street, near the office.
My office is located on the third floor of a three-story, mold-covered brick walk-up above Bleeker Street in the city of Vancouver. And not the pretty-multi-cultural-Mecca-Vancouver by the sea you’re thinking of--the one on the west coast of Canada. My Vancouver is the one sucked into the dark, gloomy alternate reality where paranormal is normal.
Today is a day like most days. I’m squeezing fruit watching a crazed vendor swinging a broom in self-defense at a werewolf and I know I have to do something about it. It’s my job.
With my partner we own
