Unpublished

Manny nearly choked on his coffee when he walked into his office and saw the book lying on his desk. He shut the door behind him quickly, checking desperately to make sure no one had seen it. The venetian blinds swung and smacked against the door where his name was carefully stenciled on the glass.

Manny’s hands shook, spilling coffee on the checkered floor as he gaped at the book that had been mysteriously left on his desk after last night’s violent struggle. Holeyman. It could only mean one thing: His secret identity had been discovered.