Finished my copy. Good read but I always have that empty feeling of not knowing when or if another book will come along.
How long can old Bob keep going?
I think I have an idea for the next book. Please feel free to plagiarize.
"I
ncontinent Sniper II"
Bob Lee awoke. He lay perfectly still, a calmness that only a seasoned vet, a sniper could possibly have attained. Something was wrong. As Bob lay, listening for any sounds that didn't belong. He slowly looked around, realizing he was completly alone, the curse of the sniper.
It was then that he realized it had happened again. Sometime during the night someone had snuck into Bobs room and crapped in his pants. Who could it have been? Bob had many enemies, most of them in the ground. Bob slung himself into his wheelchair. Slowly Bob wheeled down the nursing home hallway, eyeballing Gertrude along the way. She was a $hitter. She could have done it. So many possibilities......
And so the story goes.
