Black Twins Threatened By Cops At Bar. Next,  Unaware They Are Both FBI Agents

stink and rot flooded in. An abandoned warehouse loomed. Windows shattered like empty eye sockets. “Home sweet home,” Hank announced, shoving them ahead, at least until the gators finished cleanup. Inside, moonlight slashed through holes in the roof, illuminating rusted machinery and scattered debris.

 Brad’s flashlight beam cut across empty drums and continue reading …