FUZZ ORDANED: Sunset

     Unfirom, hands folded behind his back, was studying the crowd at the tennis court.  None of these came within the bounds of his assignment, but this changed sometimes after a single lob.      He felt a sense of foreboding, perhaps involving tennis, perhaps not.  Anyone who dealt regularly with phronik felt foreboding every fewContinue reading “FUZZ ORDANED: Sunset”