No Hair broke the silence that settled over the salon after the door closed to 704. “Lock us up, steal the money.” “Did you hear that?” I asked my babies in a shaky voice. “A simple plan.” A simple plan that had their father forty thousand feet over an ocean at the mercy o...
We were holed up in Mr. Sanders’ office. Bradley Cole’s phone would not ping a location, and I couldn’t get any decent information out of Desert Springs Hospital to save my life. He was no longer a patient and that’s all they’d say. No, they wouldn’t fax his signature on t...
Webb got his law degree off the back of a box of Froot Loops. There’s no other reasonable explanation, because there’s no way an institute of higher learning would have agreed to him practicing law if they’d actually met him. Or maybe Smerle T. had it together way back when, and it was a Teflon, ...
Fantasy, knowing I’d held back to say something to Magnolia privately, wanted to catch me off my game. When it comes to work, Fantasy and I don’t do private, but these weren’t the best of times. She waited to ask until I was in a terrible fight with the car to stay in only two lanes, while taking...