Quacking the Case of the Maltese Falcon

Prompted Flash Fiction (Conway Twitty, Forest Moon of Endor, Maltese Falcon)

Iron Mark was pissed. The rental’s navigation screen was fritzed, there was no cell signal, and the shitty two-lane roads weren’t going where the map said they should.

Typical California bullshit.

On top of that, Iron Mark really needed to take a leak. The buffalo burger he’d ordered for lunch had been overcooked by an overly groomed millennial who only g…