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Jim Bowering

Vin Stone decided to take a diiferent route home from the baseball game that night and discovered a side of the city that was completely new to him. Normally he walked with his friend Boe, on bright, familiar streets, but on this night he felt like he needed a change. He got a change, but it wasn't anything like what he expected. Gunshots on dark, misty streets. Punks on streetcorners. Homeless in an alley. Maybe he should have walked with Boe.

Vin was a good walker. Thirty or forty blocks were nothing to him. When he was in the zone, he could catch all the traffic lights without breaking stride. He knew the city well and had an instinctive sense of how long it would take him to walk to any client. If they were outside a reasonable walking distance, they wouldn't become his client. They could find another accountant.

He knew the city well, but he didn't know this part of it. It wasn't the sort of place where clients of his would be, so he had no reason to come down here. It was run-down, and on this damp night, it was dark. Long before he would get home, he would learn a few reasons to not come this way again, especially in the dark.

Elgin

Vin Stone

Vin Stone -- Freelance Accountant: Coffee, Baseball, Gangsters, Friends

Vin Stone left the courthouse feeling good. The inquest had turned out as well as could be expected, maybe even better, and now he was on his way home. Time to get back to a normal life after six months of disruption and uncertainty.

Vin was a good walker. Thirty or forty blocks were nothing to him. When he was in the zone, he could catch all the traffic lights without breaking stride. He knew the city well and had an instinctive sense of how long it would take him to walk anywhere. In the clean spring air, he couldn't think of much that would be better.

Things were back to normal. Life was good. Then he met the red haired girl. More accurately, she ran into him and knocked his life back off the rails. Vin Stone wasn't looking for trouble that fine spring day, but it must have been looking for him.

Vin Stone -- Not a Detective: Coffee, Baseball, Gangsters and Villains

Vin Stone is a freelance accountant who loves to walk to meet with his clients and to visit his friends. He feels about the concrete sidewalks the way a bear might feel about the forest. It's his natural habitat. He also loves coffee and when someone vandalizes the source of his beans, he works with the police to find the culprits. It turns out to be more than a simple case of vandalism and before he's done, Vin learns how far he is willing to go to help his friends.