Intention
Larry sat in the jail cell and tried to make himself invisible.
Larry sat in the jail cell and tried to make himself invisible.
David Pemberton leaned into the mirror and fussed over the crow’s feet starting to creep into his face.
It was a slow night, even for a Tuesday.
It took a lot of effort to get the fingerprints just right.
Herb was delusional.
Tommy Andolini was a brute.
Everyone was getting bored and a little stir-crazy.
Saturday mornings were never complete without the obligatory yard sale run.
Martin slipped his battered old pickup into neutral and turned the engine off.
It was a dark and stormy night.