Hourly rates, no questions asked, probably enough coke residue on every solid surface in the room to get you high – these were the things in their brochure.Slick moved through the room wondering if he would have been better off spending the night in the cell they’d reserved for him. He felt bad h...
The fiery anger in him had died down, but he still wanted to shoot someone. He just wasn’t sure Earl Walker Ford was the right someone. He hadn’t felt that way since he stood on Mitch the Snitch’s front lawn. He didn’t like the feeling then and he sure as hell didn’t like it now. &nbs...