When You Find Trouble

[...] He sat in the space that served as a reception area. It was small and modest like those in most LA office buildings. It had a couple of [...]

[...] married way longer than she should have. She stepped out of her office and turned toward the reception area. A slight smile crossed her face when she saw him. Ah yes, like riding a bike, some things [...]

[...] need to get out more.” The bitch ass bitch. He wanted to get out more. Pretending to be a website developer, a music producer, all with barely a college degree. She had opened his eyes to the [...]

[...] with the electronic radar or whatever he used to track the police. He always kept an accurate tracking of all of his goods. He was third generation Japanese American but he looked all- [...]

[...] as he was with smuggling. Of course, Noah should have known that Danny has some sort of electronic tracking on the car, paired with the electronic radar or whatever he used to track the police. He [...]

[...] have known that Danny has some sort of electronic tracking on the car, paired with the electronic radar or whatever he used to track the police. He always kept an accurate tracking of all of his [...]

[...] more to cruise at 80. Even then, the engine was loud enough to make the jazz music from the first-rate stereo a whisper. He had it turned down low as an afterthought. His mind wasn’t ready yet to be [...]

[...] and the top button of her blouse had become undone. Her glasses now dangled from the now-plummeting neckline. He returned a smile that conveyed more than an appreciation for the water. She told him [...]