Peter Di Cicco

“I think he’s in the witness protection program.”

“Who?”

“Mister Forman.”

Jamie rolled his eyes. (more…)

Johnny was a professional. He was always on time for call, he always hit his mark, and he never forgot his lines. (more…)

Around noon, the office got incredibly quiet. (more…)

The Lieutenant was a military man for certain. His father had been a military man, as had his grandfather. (more…)

Mike was a rookie, but he had a pretty good idea of the class system at work between the video store where he had just started his summer job and the coffee shop next door. (more…)

The young master sat down at his typewriter, determined to reconcile this rift that had come between them. (more…)