"Somebody has to." Trouble nodded. "Then let's do it," said Izzy.
About the Author
Mike
Moscoe
grew up Navy. It taught him early about geography, change, and the chain of command. He's worked as a cab driver and bartender, labor negotiator and data analyst. Now retired from building databases about the critters of the Pacific Northwest, he's looking forward to a serious study of human folly and glory. He lives in Vancouver, Washington, with his wife and her mother. He enjoys reading, writing, watching grandchildren for story ideas, and upgrading his computer—all are never-ending.
You may reach him at [email protected].