John Michael Strubhart

7%
Flag icon
“Start the car,” we told him, and he paused. “What do you want?” he said in a voice that was rough with new-made gravel. “Everything,” we said. “Start the car.” “I have money,” he said. I pulled hard on his cord. “Buy me a little boy,” we said.
Dearly Devoted Dexter (Dexter, #2)
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview