Surely it wasn't possible that Vin diPietro was the first assignment. "Hello?" DiPietro waved. "You in there?" Nah, Jim thought. Can't be. That would be above and beyond any call of duty. Over the guy's shoulder, the commercial that was on the TV suddenly showed a price of $49.99-no, $29.99, with a little red arrow that ... considering where Vin was standing, poined right at his head. "Sh*t, no" Jim muttered. This was the guy? On the Tv screen, some woman in a pink bathrobe smiled up at the camera and mouthed, Yes, it is!
J.R. WardAfter all, tragedy didn't discriminate, so everyone was subject to the same whims of fate.
J.R. WardA cold blast hit him and he laughed at the sting as he stepped outside, surveyed the night sky, and drank deeply. Such a good liar he was. Such a good one. Everyone thought he was fine because he'd camo'd his little problems. He wore a Sox hat to hide the eye twitch. Set his wristwatch to go off every half hour to beat back the dream. Ate though he wasn't angry. Laughed though he found nothing funny. And he'd always smoked like a chimney.
J.R. WardIn the oh-my-God-this-has-to-be-Christmas silence that followed, he struggled to reorder the last six months, to catch up with this reality they'd somehow missed. He wanted her. She wanted him. Was it true?
J.R. WardBeing with Mary was different because...he wasn't the only one who wanted to make love to her. The beast wanted her, too. The beast wanted out so it could take her.
J.R. WardSo will you meet me?โ โYeah. Sure. Where.โ โMontragโs safe house in Connecticut. If you were the one who killed him, you know the address.
J.R. WardThat is a beautiful tuxedo,โ Phury announced as he and Z pushed the door wide. โI have one just like it .โ โFritz has the candles lit,โ Rehv said from behind the twins. โHey, nice tux. I haveone just like it.โ โMe, too,โ Phury agreed. โThe fit is fantastic, isnโt it.โ โThe shoulders, right? Tom Ford is the bestโ
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