Category Archives: The Jury
He didn’t like to fly. Every time he slept on an airplane he would dream with vivid detail that the plane would go down. Usually it would be a section of the wing that would break off, causing the plane to … Continue reading
The hotel the Thieve’s Guild had booked him into turned out to be fantastic, nested on a slope that rises sharply up from the Grande Piazza in the center of town, and his room had a stunning view of Lake … Continue reading
It was his practice when in a hotel room to booby trap his door. He knew that card key locks were easily hacked. He knew full well of software available for the Arduino processor board that when plugged into the … Continue reading
The Jury spent the day studying the heists of both the Man From Georgia and a Swiss-German Crew who could have easily been college students.
His face was still bruised and his lip was split, which made drinking his frequent espresso doppios that much more difficult, but by this time the addiction to caffeine had returned with a vengeance. Clouds had rolled in from over … Continue reading
In the night it began to storm. First there was the rain, and the lightening with regular and rapid flashes illuminating the mountains. The thunder shook the panes of glass in the windows of the restaurant while The Jury discussed … Continue reading