Chan parked in the long driveway of Stenton’s Lurline Drive mansion, behind a beat-up Chevy Deluxe.  The rusty car had to … More

It began on a sunny, blue-skyed Monday morning.  According to the blind magazine vendor on the ground floor of the Pacific … More

What the hell?  I glanced around the room, my heart beating like crazy, my breath coming in sharp, shallow stabs.  I thought … More

One father loved, one father, well, if not hated, at least not liked. I woke up in a sweat.  An old … More

Up through the ‘60s, Wanhei was the wild west of Korea, crime the number-one occupation and murder the number-one pastime.  Gangs … More

Victor Yamamoto stared at the note, then eyeballed each of his colleagues. No one said he’d taken the message from … More

David Chan returned to headquarters.  Victor Yamamoto didn’t mention his suspicions about Rudy the barber’s death.  He told Chan about the wounded … More

David Chan’s face twisted in disgust.  “Yeah, yeah.  I suppose it’s love, but you know how it is with abused women.  Lots of … More

Victor Yamamoto drove the five blocks to headquarters.  He passed the open market where he’d grown up helping his father and … More

Who could recommend a barber?  Walking out, he saw Rudy’s backup razor on the counter.  Maybe he could learn to use it.  He … More