Young, David Haywood books

The Secret: A Thriller

Jerry, a couple of feet behind me, stopped. “Dude? Were you, like, in my mind for a while there?” I held up a hand, panting, then gave up and laid myself out on the ground with my feet propped on the tree. “Guess so?” “Shit.” I nodded, wondering. What would— Jerry sat himself down next to me, han...