![]() Winter in Chicago is no fucking joke, but I wouldn't know as I'm not allowed outside this apartment. "You look like shit," he returns casually as he shrugs off his heavy wool overcoat. "I'm fine," I say before he can ask, stepping aside to let him in. He's always fucking worried around me, and it's grating on my nerves. Joseph Kizner stands there with a worried look on his face. It's way too contemporary for my taste, but what do I know? I've pretty much lived the past three years in a shit hole.Īfter a quick look through the peephole, I'm unlocking the door to pull it open. It's done in whites, grays and blacks with plenty of leather, chrome, and glass. With a sigh, I push back up, set my beer on the black lacquered tabletop, and move my way through the sparsely furnished apartment. ![]() My ass hits the couch cushion, but no sooner do I twist the cap off my bottle of beer, then there's a knock at the door. The only exception is by a reviewer who may quote short excerpts in a review. ![]() No part of this book can be reproduced in any form or by electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without the express written permission of the author. ![]() Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. ![]() Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Published by Big Dog Books This book is a work of fiction. Copyright (c) 2016 by Sawyer Bennett Kindle Edition ![]()
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