M.J. Pabon

Chapter III Standing unseen on a promontory near Fort San Cristobal, Enrique Montero watched through a pair of binoculars the scene unfolding in front of the Capitol. He observed with spellbound interest several men slowly raise a body and place it on a stretcher. Next to the unseen watcher, Rafael Rosario worked on his fingernails with a metallic nail file, unconcerned with what was happening below. They were an odd pair. Enrique stood at a height of five feet, five inches,

Chapter II It rippled like a human wave. The air resonated with a few distant shouts at first, followed by numerous “pop-popping” sounds, like those of several motorcycles trying to start. Then people on the extreme left of the ceremony began to stand, scream and run in the opposite direction, sometimes clashing with those still seating, or running over those that were slower. Lucas noticed it first, and saw that Superintendent Maldonado had also sensed the danger, standing

Chapter I The troll-sized, modern statue of John the Baptist stood with his right arm upraised, wagging his index finger defiantly at the domed, marbled capitol building in front of it, as if warning the Puerto Rican legislators across the road to do their job well. A sea of wooden chairs blocked the three lanes of Ponce de Leon Avenue and extended all the way to the angry saint, making the venerable holy man stand out even more. Behind him, and to his right, rose the massi

For some time, many of Justifiable Evil's readers have asked for a sequel to the book. For the last year, I have been working on it, and I am close to finishing it in about a month, particularly with the forced lockdown to which we have all been subjected. But precisely because of the lockdown, it may be a good thing to share the sequel with so many of you who, like me, don't go out from their homes at this moment. I intend to publish one or two chapters per week, and that sh