Steve woke up feeling cold. His 53-year-old bones really felt it. Sometime during the night, his blanket had slipped off the bed. January at the Jersey Shore is usually frigid. He called Jake, his…
Read More“We were all in on it. But at the trial? I got away with it. I was the only one."
"I know. Not enough evidence. What of it?"
“My father paid off the judge." A sly smile crossed his lips.
Bruno slapped his nephew hard. He didn’t even look around to see who might be watching. In a controlled voice he said...
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