New Pulp Tales

The name’s Angola LaGrange, private investigator. What I thought was a simple retrieval job turned into something else entirely. On my way home with the goods—a graffitied pink flamingo—my car was tee-boned. Two gruff men

The name’s Angola LaGrange, private investigator. My simple retrieval job turned into a nightmare. On my way out of town with an old pink flamingo, someone rammed my car. I came to in an old

The name’s Angola LaGrange, private investigator. It was supposed to be a simple retrieval job. Go to a small town in the middle of nowhere, pick up an old, graffitied, pink flamingo, then head back

The name’s Angola LaGrange, private investigator. It was supposed to be a simple retrieval job. Go to a small town in the middle of nowhere, pick up an old, graffitied, pink flamingo, then head back

“He wants you to retrieve what?” Lucky's voice crackled and hissed over the phone speakers as I bounced down the dilapidated old country road. “A custom, antique lawn decoration, which holds great sentimental value.” I