Penny Pitch: An Original Mystery Short Story

by J.J. Lamb

I sensed rather than heard someone approaching my garage. I kept my head under the rear deck lid of the Porsche and took a firmer grip on the fan pulley wrench I was using. People sneaking up on me tend to make me very, very nervous. There are a number of unsavory characters in and around Lake Tahoe who think they have good reason to inflict physical damage on my person.