Jeremy let a harsh breath from his nose, amused at the irony. What a goddamn tool this Freddy is, he thought. Mister big-shot tough-guy wise-ass. Mister slick. Let him go on about it, take his time; tell them all how many he's killed and how many years he wormed out of with his big-shot tough-guy wise-ass lawyer, slick to the heels in Louisiana gator skin. Let him try to tell it through a throat-hole Jeremy's grandaddy's revolver would give him in just a few minutes now.
Monday, March 22, 2010
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