The Clancy Cast

    It’s like a scene from some junky ninja rapist’s worst nightmare. I’m ankle deep in gizzards before I get a clear look at either of the dead broads. Even then, it’s tough to tell whose guts and offal belong to who. Even tougher to puzzle out why whoever did this saw fit to sew their armpits together.

    I know this won’t end well. Christ, look how it started. Somewhere out there is a sicko stalking his next pair of victims, but all I can think about is having a drink and listening to the latest episode of The ClancyCast. I shoo a pigeon off the butt of one of the swords. Looks like it’s gonna be a hot summer.