Dennis leaned against the back wall of the restaurant, smoking a Camel and enjoying one of the last cool nights of spring. “The heat’s coming,” Javier had said, just before stepping inside to confront the mound of dirty dishes that had appeared, as if by magic, at his station. Now…
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Hillix Hewitt braked hard along the third fairway – so hard that his passengers, including the lovely Miss Laura St. Clair, nearly fell out of the cart, and his entourage, which filled the two carts behind them, just missed crashing into one another. “It’s a crime,” he exclaimed, leaping out…