The Doublecross
“Come on, Jake! You know I was kidding! We’re pals, you and me. I swear!” The shoeless man struggled against nylon cord binding him tightly to the old wooden chair.
Jake drew a tattered curtain across the dingy basement window, hefted a ball peen hammer.
“That’s what I like about you, Bob. Always the kidder.”
Michael Coady.
The Doublecross is a post from: Aztec Books
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