Shreveport was balmy and wet in the Spring time, it always soaked you to the bone when it was like this. Len grunted at the red light as he waited impatiently in his Jeep for it to turn to green. Market street was always busy at five pm with the rush hour craziness of people on a war path to get home.
I know, that was complicated for an explanation. I keep seeing it in my minds eye. The first page a drawing of a guy (and oh my lord my google searches must be throwing red flags, be careful how you google stuff *eye roll*) has his back to a wall in a room, a child clinging to him, on his haunches, he has been injured…shot several times.
Why did I choose the name Black Cat Editing & Design? It’s a little bit of a story. You see I have this little …(laughs little, that’s an inaccurate description) cat. She is a smoky caramel york cat. Rare breed according to research, kind of an accidental breed.