Month: September 2012

Pierce Hale, Private Eye: Shoulder Pads and “Johnny Mop”

A late summer’s evening in post-war 1940’s Miami, and I guess you get so used to gunfire that after a while you don’t pay much attention to it. Unless, of course, the bullets hit the bricks above your head. I reached out to grab my lady to pull her down.. but she was already lying on the sidewalk, arms over her head, waiting for the sharp raps of machine gun fire to subside.  The silen... Read More »