Chapter 13 – A Wine That’s to Die For
Emerson was pulled up short. He had not prepared for this line questioning.…
When will it end?!
Emerson was pulled up short. He had not prepared for this line questioning.…
He sighed in exasperation, rolling his eyes, while trying his best not to make a sound. The wine would get him every time……
Though there was little he could do about his daughter. There was at least one individual he might call who could provide him more information….…
A knot formed in the pit of his stomach, the twisted irony that she had delivered the death note, which for all intent and purpose should have been her own. …
“Where is he?!” The women strutted into the room in fine form, throwing the doors open in the process. “He was supposed to be here by now!” The man behind the desk seemed unperturbed by…
The blood dripped from the knife, fresh from the throat of it’s victim. It pattered to the ground as its hooded owner stood over the body, watching the last signs of life vanish from the…