Barnett, J.D. books

All the Devil's Creatures

His nose throbbed, his eyebrows were singed, and his black t-shirt was smeared with blood and snot. He listened to his boss’s—his lord and master’s—harangue with slow cool tears on his flushed cheeks. “You didn’t find it, did you, Jimmy Lee? I give you one job to do and you screw it up like you s...