One good reason why you shouldn't read Jeff.A books at night.

"Drip, drip, drip.
It sounded like tap water but he couldn't remember a tap.

Drip, drip.
He moved quietly to the bedside of Angelo Casefikis, and glanced down.

Drip, drip.
Warm flesh blood was flowing over the bottom sheet, trickling from Casefikis' mouth, his dark eyes bulged from their sockets, his tongue hanging loose and swollen. His throat had been cut, ear to ear, just below the chin line. The blood was starting to make a pool on the floor. Mark was standing in it. He felt his legs sink, an he was barely able to grip the side of the bed and stop himself from falling.

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The postman's head was hanging loose from the rest of his body; only the color of his skin showed that they were once connected."

What's that?

PURE GRUESOME. (if your imagination was as good as mine.)

The work of a Metropolitan Policeman who only came in jauntily with an Ed McBain novel under his arm after the murder when his duty was to prevent it instead of witness the consequence of it.

And a FBI special agent only interested when his boss ruined his social life for the night.

What's with them hello! Actually I kinda expected that they were going to be assassinated, just that who will expect it would be in such a brutal and cruel way.

Note: Discrimination only applies to the characters in the novel.

Okay, enough of all these.



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