Dorkangelo" - Marc Hunter

“Gabe leaned down, whispered in her ear. "The U.S. Marshal Service is at the top…”

“Wulfe leaned in. "Where did you send Ms. Benoit?""Disneyland.""Who knows my con…”

“Bit it was her scent that just about killed him. Clean skin. Woman. And somethi…”

“For a moment he said nothing, then he reached over and traced a line down her c…”