Florida Man October 27 Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 9 [ And so the rabbit tried to run, but her chains keep her screams in secrecy.] “Damn, this is horrible, man.” A man barely on his 5ft tall in height scrunched his nose. He is wearing a khaki pants, and a flannel over his white undershirt. The cloth hug his masculine physique as he’s been on his field of work, when he received a phone call from the station in Belize. A witness had died.

Brennan indicated the guy. "Orlando Keyes," I smiled. "Man, you are one mean son of a bitch. That fighter from Ecuador...missed his name...you broke his left cheek with one hit during that MMA bout in New Orleans last Thanksgiving. The only thing almost as impressive was that guy managed to stand up afterwards."