AGENT WITH STYLE
is happy to announce that
a gen Hardcastle and McCormick zine
is ready to ship out!
This 142-page digest zine contains the intriguing novella, "What
Happens in Vegas," by Cheri deFonteny.
Out of the blue, Judge Hardcastle decides to take a vacation to
Las Vegas, and takes Mark along with him. But as soon as they get to
town, the judge becomes very cagey, each day giving Mark lots of
money to go gamble, then disappearing for hours at a time. As the
days pass, McCormick becomes more and more concerned at Hardcastle's
behavior, but every time he asks, the judge angrily rebuffs him,
telling him 'it's personal' and to stay out of it. But when a cop
shows up at their breakfast table, demanding Hardcastle come downtown
with him to answer some questions about a recent murder, Mark decides
he can no longer let the stubborn donkey keep him out of whatever's
going on. He *has* to help. But how?
Mark returned to his spot on the edge of the bed. "So where do
you want to start?"
Hardcastle appeared genuinely baffled. "Start what?"
"Jeez. The investigation, Judge, what else?"
"We didn't come here to do any investigating, McCormick."
McCormick turned a punishing glare on Hardcastle. "We didn't
come here to get you arrested, either," he retorted angrily, "but
here we are, one police detective's whim away from you with a number
stenciled on your chest."
Had he not been staring so intently at the other man,
McCormick might have missed the brief flicker of emotion that ran
across Hardcastle's face. Even so, it was quick enough that he
couldn't identify it. But seeing it was enough to confirm his
"Dammit, Judge, what are you keeping from me?"
Hardcastle stared back silently for several seconds, but the
young blue eyes were relentless.
"Do you trust me, McCormick?"
"Uh-huh," McCormick objected immediately, "don't be pulling
that crap. You can't weasel out of it that easy. I asked you a
question, and I have a right to know the truth."
"You certainly do," the judge agreed evenly, "but I asked you
a question, too. And you should consider carefully, because if you
trust me, you'll let me handle things the way I see fit without a lot
"I trust you to be the most stubborn donkey walking the
earth," McCormick fumed. "And I trust you to get yourself into a lot
of trouble if you don't have me around." He waited expectantly, but
Hardcastle wasn't budging.
Finally, McCormick gave a huge sigh and pushed himself to his
feet. "Okay, you win. Because the truth is, Judge, I trust you with
my life. I thought that was a mutual thing, but clearly that was my
mistake." He had almost reached the door before Hardcastle managed
any type of response.
"Where the hell are ya going now?"
"I don't know," McCormick answered coldly, "but I won't do
anything to cause you any trouble." He paused in the open doorway
and flashed a grim smile. "Trust me."
And then the door slammed behind him.
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