Austin Davis books

Shoveling Smoke

“Aren’t we going to bail him out?” Wick asked. “Let him rot,” Stroud replied. “Let Primrose do what he likes with him.” The old man turned to me. “Mr. Parker, give me my car keys.” “We can’t just leave him, Gill,” Wick said. “He’s our client. He’s a prick from hell, but he’s our client.” The two ...