Renton was probably known best for being

Renton was probably known best for being the burial place for Rock and Roll legend Jimmy Hendrix, but I knew it for burying someone else in the parking lot under the more recently

I had killed Chuck Knox. I buried his ass under the pavement of a Fred Meyer's parking lot and said, "Now you really are Ground Chuck!" Now I was off to Tacoma

to see Doreen, get my money, and get my revenge. Chuck, you were the first, but there will be more. I opened a box of Girl Scout cookies and mused about

how I was the first to open this box. I know this could get me killed. Opening and polishing off an entire sleeve of thin mints other than your own is a hangin' offense here in

this small town where the big city bakeries full of delights are so far away. Here, Girl Scout cookies are fought over, sought after, traded for bumps of cocaine on certain days

and the girlscout mafia wanted to make sure it stayed that way because they financed the real cash cow with the cookies. Den mother Mrs. Reed was in planning session with her troop

on a fine Friday, when a rival troop marched into the foyer. Den Mama Mabel had been trying to rub out her competition for two years. She knew that partnering with Reed in the

sackhop had been a poor choice and now she had her chance to take Momma Reed out for good. Rather than beat around the bush Mama Mabel laid down a duel challenge right off the bat.

which one of them could collect the most frat boys in their belly sack. They'd make it a game, although their survival depended on it. They were stuck, but they'd make it.