14 Quotes by B.V. Lawson

The M.E. dissected pieces of a corpse to tell a story, while Drayco tried to bring them back from the dead, jagged piece by jagged piece.

He was one of the few men who didn’t aspire to be alpha as long as he was in on the hunt.

The smell of beer surrounded him in a cloud as if he’d been doused in Eau de Frat Boy cologne.

Both men were pictures of the kind of grief that cauterizes open wounds in memory and turns them into black scars.

The morning drizzle tightened the District’s notorious braided-knot commute into a noose of traffic. - Scott Drayco