“I still think we could do them all,” Junior said. “I want to do them all.” “We’ve been over this before. It’s too risky.” Junior’s hand slapped the table. Hard. “Then what the fuck did I drive all the way up there for? Answer that for me, will you? An entire week of surveillance in that God fors...
He felt good. The drugs were out of his system, the buzzing in his head was gone, his leg didn’t hurt and his friends—including his girl—had once again overlooked his inadequacies and placed their love and affection for him over the hurt he had managed to inflict on everyone. He made himself a gl...
