Welcome to Saint Anthony
Helga Magnusson sat in the back seat of the cream-colored sedan with Celene Forrester while their mutual friend, Dr. Peirce Johnson chauffeured them about town. The car belonged to Celene, or to her father to be precise, the notorious Colonel Forrester who was the most powerful man in Saint Anthony. The three of them had … Continue reading Helga Magnusson →
Sergeant Morgan took the call coming over the radio requesting a response to a disturbance at the Round Up on East Lake Street. He and his partner were just a few blocks away doing patrols around Powderhorn Park; the storm had made for a slow night and he was tired of driving around the perimeter … Continue reading Stan Morgan (Park Patrol) →
Officer Girard cursed under his breath when his lieutenant came into the duty room and ordered him out to investigate a situation on Lake Street, in the red-light district. It was raining hammers and nails and he was in the middle of a ham sandwich, but when Standish came into the room with orders he … Continue reading Burt Girard (Squad Car – Park Patrol) →
Tom Kaplan was glad to be working, glad to be at the Round Up, and glad to have a place to be on a stormy night. On this night he was particularly glad to be there because his older brother had come in with his pals from the ROTC; they came all the way from … Continue reading Tom Kaplan, Bar Back at the Round Up →
Hank Jeffers had an appointment to keep at the Round Up. He made it there well before the rain began to soak the city, he got there early thinking he might do a little business and take a few bets for his bookie before meeting the tall blonde lady who had become the biggest brightest … Continue reading Hank Jeffers →
Joe Samuelson sat at the end of the bar near the place station where the waiter picked up drinks, to carry to the tables. The Round Up was the third bar he stopped in on his walk home. At each place he had a pint and a shot, talked for a little bit with whoever … Continue reading Joe Samuelson (A Round-Up Regular) →
Sandy O’Rourke caught up to his partner, wheezing and out of breath. He stopped, doubled over, and vomited into the rain filled gutter. What spewed from his mouth was little more than sputum and bile, and that minute he spent hacking with his head between his knees was the last long minute that he struggled … Continue reading Sandy O’Rourke (Beat Cop 5th Precinct) →
Officer Parsons was miserable. He had left the Chicago slaughter yards and come to Saint Anthony to join the police force. He was young and strong, and happy to follow orders, but he had no idea what being a police in a city like Saint Anthony would mean when he came here, becoming little more … Continue reading Randy Parsons (Beat Cop 5th Precinct) →
When Jane Lovejoy’s husband phoned to tell her the news that he had been passed over for the promotion he had been hoping for, and denied the raise he expected, she knew that she would have to do something special to raise his spirits, and she knew that she would have to do the heavy … Continue reading Jane Lovejoy, Patroness on the Strip, The First Day →
John Fields was eager for a night of R&R as his lodge members called it…ribald-revelry. It was his turn to pick up the girls, visit the apothecary and return to the lodge with enough cocaine and opium to keep a dozen people loose and up all night. He was eager for it, despite the storm. … Continue reading John Fields – Patron on the Strip →
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