Wanda Reed.
The dame appeared under the streetlight.
She moved ever so slightly. In the light of the streetlight.
The damned glint of a gun barrel.
I fired. The thirty eight revolver bucked in my hand.
Thus begins My quest to find out who Wand Reed was, and why she had pulled a gun on me.
Follow me, James St.James, as I uncover a trail of revenge, and treason, and crime in LA.
September 1946; blood soon mixes with rain.
The Body Count is piling up as the questions continue to mount.
Join me for the next "10 Days IN LA"
The dame appeared under the streetlight.
She moved ever so slightly. In the light of the streetlight.
The damned glint of a gun barrel.
I fired. The thirty eight revolver bucked in my hand.
Thus begins My quest to find out who Wand Reed was, and why she had pulled a gun on me.
Follow me, James St.James, as I uncover a trail of revenge, and treason, and crime in LA.
September 1946; blood soon mixes with rain.
The Body Count is piling up as the questions continue to mount.
Join me for the next "10 Days IN LA"
