Joey Ruff books

The Dark Communion (The Midnight Defenders)

22 Anderson, ever the good detective, escorted me back to my cell. “Hate to be doing this to ya, son. You know how them federal agents can be.” “I know.” “My hands are tied.” “At least they’re not cuffed.” He smiled a hearty, toothy grin. “No,” he said. “I don’t suppose they are.” He shut the doo...