![]() ![]() ![]() Shadows Of The Apt - Empire in Black and Gold by Adrian Tchaikovsky(5156) Popular ebooks The Book of Dreams (Saxon Series) by Severin Tim(31192)Ĭrowbone (The Oathsworn Series, Book 5) by Low Robert(31033)Īlways and Forever, Lara Jean by Jenny Han(12501)īull's Eye Sniper Chronicles Collection (The Second Cycle of the Betrayed Series) by McCray Carolyn(10733)įiretrap: The Soul Scorchers MC (The Scorched Souls Serial-series Book 1) by Riley C.L(10280) ![]() Let him stand there and dissolve from the heat till he was nothing but a puddle of sweat being absorbed by the hard, baked ground. He could tell Rodarte to go to hell and simply walk away. Griff would have hated like hell to betray that trust now. Yesterday the sportswriter had entrusted his son to him. Griff had promised him there wouldn’t be any trouble. And if it got ugly, which it inevitably would, there were too many witnesses. Griff started to grab him by the shoulder and force him around, but he didn’t dare lay a hand on the man. Rodarte chuckled but still didn’t turn to face him. “Collecting old newspapers like a bag lady.” Instead, he stared across the field to the far sideline, where the middle school head coach was cautioning his young team not to let themselves become overheated or dehydrated during practice. The son of a bitch didn’t even deign to look at him. Unhurried, he went through the gate and joined Rodarte on the other side. He had to force himself not to charge the fence. When he saw Rodarte, it seemed his blood reached the boiling point in seconds. Griff was already hot from being in the sun for the hour with Jason. That was when he saw Rodarte, standing outside the chain-link fence, watching him. He pulled the drawstring to close the bag and slung it over his shoulder. Griff jogged across the field to retrieve the footballs Jason had thrown and stuffed them into the cloth bag he kept in the trunk of his car. Griff raised his hand in greeting, and Bolly waved back. Jason trotted off to join his teammates, who were assembling on the sideline of the practice field. Griff knocked on the top of the boy’s helmet, two taps. Jason laughed, then said tentatively, “Maybe we could go for milk shakes again sometime.” If you had fought them, it would’ve made it worse.” He said you handled it the only way you could. You’ll be breaking records.”īehind his mask, Jason’s sweaty face broke into a grin. Throw a few thousand more and you’ll have it down pat. Griff saw improvement in the second pass. “One more time, Griff? I think I let go a little too late.” Jason’s face was tense with concentration as he gripped the ball the way Griff had demonstrated and threw a pass. “See? You gotta whip your thumb under just as you release the ball. IF YOU WANT TO PUT SPIN ON IT, YOU GOTTA GET YOUR THUMB under it.” Griff demonstrated the rotating hand motion to Jason Rich. Tags: thriller, Fiction, General, Romance, Mystery & Detective, Suspense, Police Procedural, Police, Crime, Texas, Rich people, Crimes against, Rich people - Crimes against, Dallas (Tex.), Dallas, Police - Texas - Dallas ![]()
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