Based on Monsieur Lamberthier by Louis Verneuil
The only thing better than complaining about the bitter cold of winter was complaining about the endless heat of summer.
I guess the universe can be fair, sometimes.
Hello everyone, it’s true, I am, in fact, Eddie,
Warden Jenkins, who’d rolled his eyes at Gwen for 10 years, had witnessed the conversation from the cell door suddenly believed her and his heart felt like it had just been gripped round the middle and slammed backwards into his ribcage.
Part 3 Don’t forget to check out: Part 1 Part 2 My eyelids felt like sandpaper and my mouth tasted of vomit and regret. In front of me sat The Dragon, smoke coming out of his nose and a smile on his face that made my skin crawl. I did what I could to return…
I do not have cops in my pocket, Mr Jones, and while I might be a man who colours outside of the lines, the kind of clout, influence and willingness to take risks is not something I’m interested in.
“You’re here, Mr. Jones, because a woman in a red dress told you to be here. Because she cried in your office and then offered you a lot of money and sweet sorrowful lies. The same reason you do everything.”
His life had been hard and he’d become hard as a result, and so was infinitely unprepared for Debbie.
“Alright son, let’s do this one more time, from the top. Where were you from 2 am last Wednesday morning?”