The Henway Chronicles
The fog was rolling in like a slinky coming down an escalator. I didn’t think it would ever stop. I was just a knife’s throw from the Embarcadero on my way to Wilma’s All-Nite Café for a cup of coffee and maybe a piece of cake.
My name is Henway, I’m a dick, head of the best P.I. outfit in town,
“Henway and ____.”
I’ve been thinking about getting a partner.
I’ve been in this racket for more years than I can count. I’m not much at math. I’m more of a people person and tonight I was hoping to meet up with some people.