An Excerpt from The Man With Cups for Hands (Continued)

Lonnie Summers folded his hands. He stiffened in his chair. His features were gaunt, hard, aged, but still handsome. His deep tan mixed with the shadows of the coffee shop. He was wearing street clothes, but his size and posture betrayed his years of training. After taking a sip of tea, the Amazing Aqualion started … Continue reading An Excerpt from The Man With Cups for Hands (Continued)