The Bloody Knife — Linda Meckler

What would you do if a Dog House flew into your home? Attorney George Shoe had just passed the bar and he was now officially an Attorney of Law in California. He had been so immersed in studying for the bar exam; he hadn't given any thought about where he would practice. Two days after he found out he had passed the exam George was having lunch, as usual, at the Coffee Shop about two miles from his apartment. While he was eating George overheard Dan the manager of the coffee shop say to Kathy the cute, curvy red-haired waitress, “I need an attorney and I mean now!”George stood got up, walked over to Dan and said, “I'm an attorney.” From that moment on George's life changed. Instead of having to worry about where he was going to set up his law practice, Dan Sea, the manager of the Coffee Shop offered him the use of his back office from 9:00 in the morning until noon. For a fee, of course. This system worked out for George. Now he had a place to see clients and to eat brunch. It all moved like clockwork until a Dog House showed up in his apartment. The Dog HouseOn his blue bicycle, George was riding home from the Coffee Shop where he had his office one afternoon. His lap top was tucked in his back pack, which was firmly strapped to him.