Protected Pt. 09 by SanityCheck,SanityCheck
COLT “You ready to ride?” I asked Willow as we sauntered out of the Buitre del Demonio clubhouse. “Aren’t I always?” she murmured as she leaned in close to my side. It’d been three weeks since I spoke with Suárez, and there’d no hint of trouble. I’d hung onto the burner phone, leaving it off … Read more