He clenched his teeth to stop the chattering, leapt to his feet and crossed to the receptionist. He had to ask if they'd found the killer. He had to know if they'd found Mags. He was in a police station. They'd have to know. What was being done? Was there any information? Was the killer the son of a bitch who stole his car?
Published on January 03, 2012 11:17