Fever House (Fever House, #1)

by Keith Rosson

He looks as dangerous as a painting in a motel room. The fear walks large across his face.

She asks Bonner if he believes in the devil. “I think it’s one of those situations,” he says, drumming his thumbs on the steering wheel, “where it doesn’t matter. If the devil believes in me, it’s all over.”

And the hand is singing to him now, to Hutch. Hardcore. An aria full of hisses and sobs, his head full of this ancient, timeless cadence.