to cracking them.
Their joined hands became a pact, a lifeline, a promise not to break. Rattling keys yanked Naylor from a shallow sleep. Three silhouettes loomed. Hank, Brad, and Cody, faces twisted with anticipation. Rise and shine, feds, Hank cruned, opening her door. Field trip time. Brad hauled her up roughly. In the next cell, Cody dragged Nia continue reading …
