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Signal Drift: Chapter 24

Signal Drift: Chapter 24

The red beam of Cronauer’s headlamp cut through the darkness of the tobacco shed like a laser through a smoke-filled room. The air was heavy with the scent of dry limestone and the sharp, clinical sting of rubbing alcohol. He had the BMW GS propped on its center...
The Finance Guy from Nowhere

The Finance Guy from Nowhere

Note: While I’m deep in the weeds on the next couple of chapters of Signal Drift, this scenario crawled out of the static and wouldn’t let go. Call it a one-off. Call it a thought experiment. Just don’t call it “finance.” The resume didn’t just look...