Just slammed the door on Riva Kom Down (Story #2, Volume 8 of The Cassidy Chronicles), so I’m taking a quick breather before I dive headfirst into When Idle Talk Stops, story #3, same volume, same glorious chaos.
Buckle up. Here’s what’s coming:
Expect Detective Sandthorne to spend every other scene bitterly wondering why the hell he didn’t cash in that football scholarship instead of playing full-time babysitter to South Florida’s finest psychos.
Expect Haitian-American crime lord Jean-Pierre to finally learn the hard way that “I get what I want” has an expiration date—and it just got stamped Denied.
Expect Elton and Carl to swallow the bitterest pill of their lives: getting absolutely clowned by a woman from the future. Again.
Expect one very determined father to forge character the old-fashioned way—brutal iron sessions paired with eardrum-melting 80s hair metal.
And of course, expect two feral pixie-cut gremlins to leave a trail of destruction, hurt feelings, broken hearts, and questionable decisions, wherever they may roam.
Everybody loves to run their mouth. But this? This is…
WHEN IDLE TALK STOPS