Menace Stories

The brief phone call to the beautiful, grey, granite villa in Aberdeen ended. It was indeed brief and to the point. Its meaning could not be mistaken or misunderstood. I could now give my undecided attention to business. That “business” had been paying attention to ME throughout the call. Ebony. Aptly named. A sleek, sensuous, dangerous, black cat. A predator. A black panther. Oh. Were you thinking you were still in Aberd...