What the hell are you doing? Nelson asked.
Wonder what? Porter asked. Mackenzie, never one for beating around the bush, answered for Nelson. Why he’s decided to go active now, she said. Then she added: And when he’ll kill again.
Yet as she picked up two dirty plates from the coffee table and stepped over an Xbox disc on the floor, Mackenzie wondered if maybe she was done
Cycling class seems to be the one thing that linked them together aside from the occasional wine drinking session and hanging out at the pool. Do you know if they had any relationships established wit...
House. It was a basic little house situated on the outskirts of a middle-class neighborhood. The grass had been recently cut, but the small flower beds bordering the tiny set of stairs to the front do...
Much more professional air than any of the men she worked with. As they drove onto the interstate, fighting through morning airport traffic, Ellington started scrolling
Nearly touched her face; then, as if aware of their surroundings, he quickly stood. Cindy felt herself gripped by the hands and pulled through the alley. Her eyes filled with tears. Someone, she menta...
Never his intention. But sooner or later the chains would give him no other choice. It was just a fact of life, and he’d never be able to change it.
The worst kind of boss—someone who had no idea what he was doing, and was therefore all the more determined to throw his weight around and assert his authority.
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