Joss, Sharon books

hand of hate 01 - destiny blues

I’d never had to crawl across the hood of such a big-assed truck to issue a parking ticket before. I half-fell, half-jumped to the ground, and dusted the grime off the front of my uniform. “Give him another one, Miss Mattie,” Mr. Yousef insisted. The truck was parked directly in front of Mr. Yous...