The Perfect Trick
All eyes were either on Scott’s hands or Amy’s outfit.
All eyes were either on Scott’s hands or Amy’s outfit.
Agent Justin Cayse left the bordello from the rear, having escaped his captor.
“I hate to bother you, but I have something important to ask,” said the new waitress, setting down my plate of scrambled eggs.
Martin slipped his battered old pickup into neutral and turned the engine off.
JOHN’S RUN John was in the zone.
It was a dark and stormy night.