Sam was still the typical teenager he’d been before tonight: an insolent little spud to be sure. But at least I’d made sure my son wasn’t a killer. It meant much that I’d kept that from happening here: Sam was still clean.
I dialed Alden’s number. He picked up on the first ring.
And I guess if you watch much TV at all or listen to the radio, if you surf the Internet, read the papers, or thumb through the tabloid magazines stacked high at every grocery checkout in America, you KNOW what happened next.
About The Author
Pearce Hansen is an East Bay native who writes about what he knows: the streets of Oakland and her sister cities, the place he grew up. His work inspired by his experiences on those crazy blocks, Pearce has been writing 15 years and published over 80 times including four anthology inclusions; Stagger Bay is the second of his three novels to date. Pearce currently resides up on the Lost Coast behind the Redwood Curtain, empty nesting it with his wife and their spoiled fat Egyptian Mau cat.
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