I should cry at least, right? What am I doing? I looked down at the ankle tattoo I had just finished in surprise. I’d been doing it for the last hour, but I couldn’t recall how I finished it. My hands had worked separate from my brain, like when you are on a long drive and it all blurs by. “Oh I ...
It was nearly 11AM now. He never was any later than 10AM. He had called his cell phone several times with no answer. As the minutes passed, Luciano only grew more concerned for his partner. Something was up.Standing up from the table, he removed his gun from its holster on his side, checking th...
