Photo credit: Rowena Curtin The boy who carries your messages has a bullet in his head, no time to intervene. Try to find me at the cafe on our anniversary. Unforgettable, si? You had the badge but I had the bigger weapon. Nothing has every made sense again. Relocating, as always, is tedious but I... Continue Reading →
Silenced
Photo credit at C.E.Ayr Thank you Sir. Silenced by T. Delaplain "May I?", La Señora lifted her wrist to check the time. "A text will arrive on the mobile in your left pocket in exactly twenty seconds. I assume that's your phone Nando," she raised a brow in invitation. "Trust me, by then "El Jefe's"... Continue Reading →
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