He turned away from the plane and walked back into the shadows of the city. He had a drink to catch up on, and a new story to write in the next volume of his life.
Bogart leaned back, his eyes narrowing. He lived by a simple code: the world is always one drink behind. He knew that finding a missing person in this town was like trying to find a honest man in a den of thieves. But for a beautiful fox, he was willing to try. Bogart Vol 01 No 01
"You're late, Bogart," Roy growled, flicking a cigarette into the dark water. He turned away from the plane and walked
The confrontation was swift. In a flurry of punches and wisecracks, Bogart cleared the room. He didn't need a gun; he had the "magic names" of his ancestors and a survival instinct that wouldn't quit. He lived by a simple code: the world