Snyder, Kucy A books

while the black stars burn

Braunbeck  “Mom!” shouted Jason from the back seat of the station wagon. “Lookit that woman! She’s crying!”Tammy Horton caught a glimpse of the shiny black BMW as it sped past. The driver—a woman on the wrong side of forty and trying hard not to look it—was, indeed, crying. Her right hand shook t...