No sir. Chauncey Depew checked himself over in the bathroom mirror and slicked his hair back one more time. She’d put him off for days, since the deputy pulled him in, but tonight was showdown time. He’d remind Precious that regardless of what she thought she could hold ov...
Prologue Sebastian Plato was bad news. Dark hair the wrong side of too long fell toward narrowed eyes the color of green glass; broken green glass. Glittering green glass. His tan was the kind Seattleites weren't supposed to have— a tan from the sun. The visible edges of h...