Where to Find
To start with, it was Arty’s idea, not mine. I never would do something...
My spade sliced into the damp dirt like a knife through a peach. I scooped dirt...
I glanced over my left shoulder at the lights of San Francisco twinkling like...
Eddie Sauer limped off the bus, favoring the sore knee that had flared up since...
Blood and Money
Before it was murder, it was a beautiful love story. Brad Baker, the charming...
The moment I unlocked my apartment door, I knew something was wrong; my orange...
Tanto per cominciare, era stata un’idea di Arty, non mia. Non avrei mai...
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