The Case of the Missing Case

By S. K. Hubba Lodbrokson Ragnarsson

You can call me Vinnie. That's because nobody ever has before. I mean, like right now, called me Vinnie, that is.
It's tough not using your real name. But better Vinnie than what that bunch of fun loving Feds labeled my file. I am not Bait.
I am a professional, yeah. Not some worm stuck on a hook. Well, I am, a professional, that is. And if the Feds think I'm a prime example of low-life, then I say good. Good, 'cause that just means I'm good at what I do.
And I am good at it. Yup, I've nailed some really big players in my time.
OK, so you're asking yourself, how does a low-life like, ah, yeah, that Vinnie guy, rate getting all that free drugs? Yeah, lots of free drugs, free booze; free sex. All that Rock and Roll, ya know?
All that plus really great working hours and still stay on the Federal payroll? You know, like on your dime?
Well, hey man, I'll tell you straight, it ain't all that easy. There's talent involved. Lots of talent. That and a whole lot of experience.
And remember the downside, because there's always a downside. My job? Vinnie the Bait's job?
Well, it doesn't come with a 401k. Nope, no retirement package here. No parachute for this dude.
Nope.
Well, not a retirement package that the Feds are aware of, or at least I hope they aren't aware of.
Of course, that whole subject of retirement is, well, kind'a stupid given my line of work, I guess.
Well, this is just great, now I'm depressed. I guess it's time to get to work and beat back my feelings of depression with some serious Rock and Roll as in drugs, booze, sex, and, of course, acting like an asshole.
This time my name is Vinnie.
I just arrived. Where? Lake Placid.

• Language: English
• Publisher: S. K. Hubba Lodbrokson Ragnarsson
• Release date: May 29, 2013
• ISBN: 9780976510444

S. K. Hubba Lodbrokson Ragnarsson

S. K. Hubba Lodbrokson claims to be hubris-free, which, of course, is the purest form of fiction. S.K. has lived, loved and laughed in most places presently accessible to human beings. He has frequented Siberia Forests, Arctic Wastelands, Caribbean Beaches, the Adirondack Mountains and of course, Las Vegas. He has walked Tectonic Fault Lines, Roman Roads, Scottish Highlands, Black Forest Ridgelines, Mexican Highways, the California Coast, Hollywood and Vine, K Street and Wall Street. He has sailed the waters of Cape Cod, the Gulf of Mexico, the Adriatic, the Hawaiian Islands, the Norwegian Sea, Japan's Inland Sea and the Pirate Coast to name but a few. He has stood on the Great Divide on three Continents. He is a survivor of Black Death, Diffi-Qs, muscle cars, gold panning in California, Colorado and Eastern Manchuria, Florida hurricanes, Texas dust storms and the dearth of daily exposure to good poetry. The Author presently calls Florida's Pirate Coast home, which he claims is as near to the Magic as is humanly possible. Specific to these stories are the Author's first hand experiences in the places depicted and the events, taken in the aggregate, portrayed.

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