He was tired of Justice renting space in his life. Why was he so damn afraid to off him? He was bent over the keyboard, and perspired without direction. It was not writer’s block, either. He was afraid that he would do something very dangerous in the manuscript. Picking up the lap top and smashin...
She made a play to be in the face of a half-dozen microphones--probably imaging that they were penises--every chance she got. It was only a matter of time before the media wanted the official skinny on the Wydell James case, and Cynthia would work relentlessly to pollute the potential juror’s min...