READER'S ROCK LIFESTYLE MAGAZINE VOL 2 ISSUE 4 NOVEMBER 2014 Vol. 1 Issue 3 September 2013 - Page 57

EXC C'mon, either ID the sorry SOB or give it up. I'm freakin’ dead on my feet here. At the snarled words, Libby Driscoll jumped back as though from a blow. Her pulse raced as a deep voice, gravelly and drawling with fatigue, growled angrily at her. She clutched a hand to her heart as though to keep it from pounding out of her chest. "They can see me!" The young, uniformed policewoman standing beside Libby shot a worried glance to the rumpled detective on the other side of the small observation room. He shrugged and rolled his eyes with a resigned Gonna be a lonnngg day expression, then slouched resignedly