Author: P.J. Gannon

I went to back out but it wouldn’t move. I checked the gear; it was in reverse so I tried…

The guidebook promised “a revered afternoon,” the city would stop, people would spill out of the cafés and brasseries, and,…

The words “fifteen years,” from the judge’s mouth, hit him with a monstrous force. “I haven’t killed no one!” And…