Marissa Hamm glared at her partner with dangerous fires of murderous intent burning in her eyes. As she watched Mike Bean angrily fight with a recalcitrant newspaper dispenser on the corner of Vine and 5th, she weighed her choices of either slapping the idiocy out of her partner, or kneecapping his ass with her 9 mm Glock.
The metal and plastic newspaper machine was being savagely mauled by Mike as he fought with it, trying to open it and pull out today’s morning issue. And clearly losing in his fight for justice. People were stopping to watch, amused smiles painted across their faces. Others sitting behind the big plate glass windows of Pele’s Sports Bar and Grill, the corner establishment where she and Bean usually went to have lunch, were grinning as well while they ate their lunch, si
