Vince tugged uncomfortably at the aggressive muffin-toned sweater vest wrapped around his too-big torso ( Read more... )

As the days passed, Howard’s insomnia-addled mind drove him closer to the edge. He found himself grasping to keep control of his thoughts, often lapsing into an almost meditative state to reset himself. Maybe it was the stress of Fossil’s campaign, maybe it was something in the air of this new town, or maybe it was that damn alabaster fool in the ( Read more... )