Nancy parked in front of the nondescript house and got out. Striding toward the house, she was met by one of her men at the front door. “Is he in there?” she asked. He nodded. “He ain’t talking, though.” “He will,” she said, walking past him and into the house. The interior of the house… Read more
Nancy was pacing the floor, trying to gather her thoughts. The police had called to say that Malcolm had been killed by some type of long-range rifle, but had not been more specific than that. As a minor crime lord, she already had an idea of what type of weapon had been used. She had… Read more
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