Konrath, J. A. books

Shot of Tequila

“Take him into the vault,” Marty ordered. “Tie him up.” Terco and Matisse dragged Tequila off. “Let me interrogate him, Marty,” Slake smiled. “I’ll get him to sing like Domingo.” Marty furrowed his brow. He didn’t like the fact that Tequila had been so insistent on his innocence. Sure, all guilty...