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Fresh out of Folsom State Prison, Jake Abbot craves one thing: A thick, hot, juicy whiskey bacon cheddar burger from Saint Florian’s Abbey.

But traffic and a greedy cabbie conspire to keep Jake from satisfying his hunger.

And when he finally arrives at Saint Florian’s, Jake's crimes comes back to haunt him.

Now, pushed to the limit, unable to escape his past, Jake must decide just how far he will go for one good burger.

A short crime story from Dale Hartley Emery.

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ISBN: 9781632610157
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THE LAST WHISKEY BACON CHEDDAR BURGER AT SAINT FLORIAN’S ABBEY

Dale Hartley Emery

Driscoll Brook Press

© 2014 Dale Hartley Emery

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Contents

Title Page

Six Kinds of Funk

Saint Florian’s Abbey

Just Work

One Good Burger

About the Author

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Six Kinds of Funk

The handmade sign written in black Sharpie on a yellow, lined index card, duct taped to the back of the taxicab’s scarred black leatherette front seat, read, "Bodily fluids on the car: $10. Bodily fluids in the car: $150."

The driver must be rich by now, because the back seat stank like six kinds of funk. But Jake Abbot smiled. He was free, and six kinds of funk was three fewer than the nine kinds he had suffered every day while he was locked up in Folsom.

The buildings along CA 50 sped past at 80 miles per hour as the cab raced west toward Old Sacramento, to Saint Florian’s Abbey where Jake would eat the whiskey bacon cheddar burger he had craved for seven