P.A. Fenton books

Draw the Brisbane Line

‘No need to pull that face,’ Papetti said.  ‘Ain’t no vanity plates on this bitch.’ ‘Ain’t any,’ he said.     ‘Fuck you.’  She side-punched him lightly on the arm.     They cleared the wreckage — a jack-knifed semi-trailer, two crumpled hatchbacks and a dus...