Hold up. I’m bait?

“I was now officially Beckstrom the storm rod. And I hated it.”

“Greyson is gone.” A high-pitched ringing started in my ears. “Dead?” I asked, n…”

“Fucking fuck fuck of a fuck.” Shame dug in his pocket for his cigarettes and li…”

“Should I take anything?” I asked, as Shamus slammed the trunk shut. “A healthy …”