Steven Granson 
Kirk Crane 

They say time heals all wounds … theyre wrong. The emptiness is still there as are the guilts. The passing of time has not lessened either.

My name is Kirk … Kirk Crane. Im big. Six-two the last time I was measured; maybe more now. To look at me youd think I was skinny. Youd be mistaken. Im two hundred and sixteen pounds of bedrock muscle. I can kill with guns or my hands and I have.

What Im trying to say is Im not the type of person you would want to have a confrontation with. My friends, what few there were, found this comforting. My enemies, and there were many, did not feel the same.

The hard thing is not knowing what you want to do … the going back and forth with indecision. This was not my problem … I had made my decision … I knew what I was going to do.

Over de auteur

Steven Granson had lived most of his life in Manhattan. There he experienced the good, the bad and the ugly of this unique city. Today he is
retired and living with his wife Susan in South Florida. Other books written by him include Reveries and Observations of an Old Man and Some Call it Justice.