The gang-war began

Casino BannerPreviously: The gang war began when Placido Mirante and his henchman, Amos Lonetree noticed an old car in the parking-lot—and walked inside.

Ennis Brannock had found a couple of angry loners, and was busy selling them on the idea of easy-money doing things they now did for free.

Tom Kasinski and Ed Clark were chronically unemployed—and quite frankly, GENTLE READER—were unemployable, and totally without any chance of legal employment—such was their makeup.

Sadly, perhaps, they, along with Carrick Brannock, would not survive this particular visit to Bennett’s Bar. Continue reading

She was skeptical

Casino BannerPreviously: “Siddown Linda!” Boomer smiled, “Let’s show you what Skeedaddle can do—ALL AHEAD FULL, DAISY!

Skeedaddle rose up out of the water and quickly reached her maximum speed of 65 miles per hour—her big bio-diesel engine sending power to her four propellers at the bottom of her hydrofoils—and taking her out of harm’s way.

“You didn’t tell me about this little feature,” Linda said, “Why?”

“And ruin the surprise?”

Skeedaddle rose up out of the water

“It’s my boat—and I want to play with it!”

“It’s my boat—and I want to play with it!”

“Go for it!”

After explaining the controls, Daisy relinquished the pilot’s chair, “The boat is yours, Captain!”

Do I need to tell you, GENTLE READER, the hours of fun Captain Linda had? Continue reading

Giordano Minicucci makes his move

Casino BannerPreviously: “Yes,” replied Gypsy with disdain in her voice, “That would be the man who used his bodily fluids to contribute to my birth, but as far as his being DADDY in any sort of loving nurturing way that he was not. I met Mary once just before they shipped me off to the foster system. She did not want me around. I was surprised DADDY allowed it since he saw me as his plaything.”

Bambi laughed out loud, but Gypsy saw a flash of pain in her eyes, “Yes he wanted me to be his plaything also, I tried to tell mother about the touching and his coming in my room and staring at me while he thought I was asleep like he was just waiting for me to be ripe.”

“What did she say?”

“Hey you two—quit your jaw-flapping, and listen-up!” Boss McOsker tolerated no inattention, “We have a lot to do if we’re gonna get a piece of the action around here!’ Continue reading

Bambi & Gypsy

Casino BannerPreviously: “According to the ‘hull-speed calculator,’ this boat will only go about 10mph, maximum speed,” Linda was a bit disappointed—especially after hitting 500mph in her P51 Mustang.

“It’s your house, Linda,” Boomer laughed, “How fast does your house in Chippewa Falls go?”

“Point taken—but still…”

“It may not be as bad as you think—let’s take her out.”

Meanwhile—At the McOsker Cabin…

“Where’s Liam?” Boss McOsker bellowed… Continue reading

“Whoa Chris! Be careful where you point that thing!”

Casino BannerPreviously: As time went on Gypsy grew more dead inside. Sent from home to home she knew no stability and nothing but unkindness in her world—that is—until she was brought, along with other troubled women, from the Twin Cities, by of all things—a magic dog, to the McOsker Gang. The others—all opportunists—quickly latched-on to a gang-member. She saw nothing in these men any different from any other man she’d ever met.

Adventure Six—CASINO—Episode Two… Medlar Farkleberry said to Chris as she left Farkleberry’s Star Service, “Drive to Boomer’s place—then look in th’ trunk—but not ‘til then.” Continue reading

Gypsy DeLuca

Casino BannerPreviously: “I know that, Liam, and I have an idea. I need to make a private call.”

Liam got that message and got back in the car as Black Cloud moved some distance away—just to be sure, “Hey Wyatt, this is Black Cloud—I need some undercover help, you know anyone?”


“No—someone who is more willing than you to go for the gun.”

“HA! But you’re right. I hate that. I do have someone, ‘though—someone you can count-on—someone whose trigger-finger is ALWAYS itching.”

“Good. Talk to your friend Farkleberry and outfit him with an older car with a very-powerful motor. This is deep-cover, so make-sure he’s someone who won’t be missed.”

“No problem—she is often away on missions for relatively long periods of time.”

“She?” Continue reading


Gangsters BannerPreviously: Black Cloud pulled out his communicator, “Don’t say anything—I’m calling my office.”

He put his phone on speaker and a single screen-touch later, “Hey Bill, what’s up?” A voice accompanied by a full-color image of the speaker filled the screen.

“Not a lot, Hank. I’ve made contact with some Minicucci enemies and am exploring opportunities with them.”

“Who is the guy standing next to you? That’s a mighty-cool suit he’s wearing.”

“An enemy of Minicucci—trustworthy but a bit naïve. Gotta run—just wanted to check-in.”

“Stay in touch, buddy.”

Liam McOsker was stunned to silence… Continue reading

Liam McOsker was stunned to silence…

Gangsters BannerPreviously: “I’m in-flight now, passing over Forest Lake—ETA one-hour—best I can do.”

“Thanks, Chris—we’ll provide site-security. See you in an hour.”

Philip Marlowe was shaking with both big Alison engines at “emergency-boost,” intended only for short-term power—she was risking blowing the engines by this tactic.

Seconds later—it happened. Not what you’re thinking about now, “Chris! This is Doc McLean! WE FOUND WHAT CAUSED HIRAM’S CONDITION! HE WAS POISONED—BUT WE FOUND WHAT IT WAS—HIRAM IS RECOVERING! Continue reading


Gangsters BannerPreviously: An hour later—at Farkleberry’s Star Service they were hassled.

It seems their car had expired license plates and Town Marshal Officer Oliver McLintock approached them as they were filling their gas-tank, “G’afternoon, gentlemen, it appears your license plate have expired. You should…”

McLintock didn’t get the chance to finish as Tomasso shot him dead with his silenced Glock 9mm.

The clerk didn’t hear the shot, nor did he see the officer fall out of sight behind the gangster’s car. Continue reading

Officer McLintock

Gangsters BannerPreviously: “Still—here we are. My brother, Amhlaoibh, is here, along with the rest of the gang—and they are planning on taking-over all the Forest City crime operations—by any means possible.”

“You’re a member of the McOsker gang—why are you telling me this?”

“I don’t believe in violence—I believe in friendly persuasion. You may have noticed, I drive myself—I don’t trust any of our bunch. You wanna be my driver? My brother is looking for more gang members.”

“What’s in it for you?”

“Immunity. Get in the car—we are being watched.”



Yes—Minicucci WAS watching—and did NOT like what he saw. Continue reading