John Michael Strubhart

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Teddy watched the knob with fascination. She rose suddenly. She brought back her glass and then threw it at him. It grazed his forehead, the liquid splashing out of the glass and cascading over his shoulder. He leaped to his feet, his face twisted in fury, the .45 pointed at her. “You stupid bitch!” he bellowed. “Why the hell did you do that?”
Cop Hater (87th Precinct, #1)
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