M³ Older than We Think

            Okay, so Grandmother is not related to Red. So what’s the deal here? Why is Red going to see her at all? The butter and cakes are probably legitimate, and most likely a payment for a service that Red wants done. But we need to know a little bit more about Red to figure this out.

F³ Wet Work

            I was bored, waiting. I had made Reilly and Natalie leave, and sent Kate to get some takeout. The guy, whose name they didn’t actually know, they simply kept calling him Moron, was still out of it. I hadn’t seen any signs of violence, but I knew the storm riders could pack a heck of a shock from their fingertips, so I didn’t rule out that they had knocked him out.

M³ Not The Grandma

            Yes, I know, the story calls her Grandmother so she has to be Red’s grandmother. The story is always right about such things. I can’t just say that’s not Red’s grandmother for no good reason. But I have good reasons. Honest.

F³ Tough Negotiator

            “No,” I said. I was kicked back in my chair, feet on my desk.

            Kate and the other three dripped despite the towels I provided. The man and the woman, both of whom looked familiar, had deposited the unconscious man on the floor unceremoniously. I thought it best not to ask.

            “I haven’t asked anything,” Kate said.

            “The answer is still no,” I said, pulling my feet off and slamming the seat on the

            “Come on, Matt, be a guy. Do it for the mystery.”

M³ Over The River And through The Woods

            I’m taking an interlude from both Greek myth and the Bible to revisit the fairy tale that is most on my mind. Little Red Riding Hood. I can’t explain why, but I’ve known there’s much more to this story than meets the eye, and I think I might finally have an answer.

            Grandma.

F³ Uninvited Guests

            Belport’s weather was foul, fouler than normal, which generally drove down business. Jessie surfed the web while I enjoyed some Raymond Chandler, at least until the flash of lightning blinded me, followed by the thunder crack right above the building.

            “Oh no,” I said.

            “You say something, Boss?” Jessie called back.

            “Lock the door!” I jumped up, following my own advice.

            “What? Why?”

            “Do it! We’re closed; you got that? Just stay quiet and we’ll get through this.”

M³ Godly Natures

So the cosmos is at risk of repeating an endless loop of gods and goddesses undoing each others’ work due to their own petty obsessions, but there’s a bigger problem. The gods are specialized in nature. Artemis is goddess of the hunt, Apollo the sun, Demeter of agriculture, Poseidon the sea, etc. These specialized domains belong only to those certain gods. Yes, there is some overlap. Hera and Zeus both have prophecy. Apollo shares the hunt with his sister, and he and Helios share the sun.

F³ The Game

            “That’s a low blow,” I said. “Sincerity? That’s low.”

            “It’s not an act, not a lure,” Nikki looked scandalized without letting her smile slip.

            “I know. That’s why it’s low.”

            I sighed, trying to think of a way out of it, but nothing sprung to mind.