Frank watched it carefully from behind his bar. The club was empty by this hour, thank goodness. He didn’t want it getting out that he had resorted to this. A demon. Frank Delgatto, how low can you go? Hell, he was desperate. This cop, this Lt. Demming, was closing in, and none of the conventional means of sendingContinue reading “You Ever Dance with the Devil in the Pale Moonlight?”
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