King Jim
Desperate Days, Book 2
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Narrado por:
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Trevor Youtz
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Matt Press
Sobre este áudio
Where sci-fi meets private eye
Thursday, June 14, 1934
My name is Henry Hollis, if you didn’t already know that. Maybe this little message in a bottle won’t get read by anyone for 50 or 100 years, or ever, but I’ve got a few things to get off my chest, starting with a growing dislike for certain citizens of the new German Reich. They call themselves Nazis, and grin when they say it like the word is the new and improved term for sunshine or roses. My advice, keep an eye on these overdressed, two-bit thugs.
There’s also a certain ruby-red alien from a distant planet who’s made a real hash of my life for the last few weeks. Whatever hellscape he came from got the lucky end of his one-way ticket to dear old planet Earth.
Then there’s the small matter of a man by the name of Frank Moffer, who thinks I’m an existential threat to all the hateful bile and rage that he holds near and dear. Truth be told, he’s probably right. But, for my money, this month’s pain-in-the-ass prize goes to the governor of Indiana - a fellow by the name of Jim Mosby, who likes to call himself “King Jim”. Ain’t that cute?
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