J. Carson Black

“idea of a husband who could be killed any moment made”
― J. Carson Black, Hard Return

“parents, your brother. You.” He tried to turn to say something and perhaps get a glimpse of his attacker. But the man held his head down. “Okay, I understand,” Wes said. “I’m done.” “Good. Now, I’m sorry for this.” He released Wes, then gave him another jolt. It went on for what seemed like forever, though it probably only lasted a few seconds. When it was over, he lay in a fetal position, groaning. A figure strode away into the darkness. At last he leaned against the wheel of his car and took in deep breaths of the chill night air. He calmed himself. He brushed away the gravel and bits of ice from his cheek. His muscles ached. He looked around but saw nobody”
― J. Carson Black, Shoot to Thrill