A Taste of Justice

A work of faction, with details made up after 30 years with due regard for the essential facts.

Photo by Josh Appel on Unsplash

The hotel room door flew open on my first tap, so my plan to be ready fell into confusion.

“Hey, Arch! Good to see you.” Pulling myself together, I started again. “I mean, G’Day, Mate.” I did my best to twist the vowel like Crocodile Dundee, but it…