The good looking ones always gave you more trouble than they’re worth.

She stared at the center of the target, a face she’d never seen before, but recognized. The image she’d pieced together in her mind of the bastard that murdered her darling Grandpa Anders. She aimed the gun, hands steady, pulled the trigger. Kaboom. Blew his face apart.

When you make your bucks of booze and broads, it’s dirty money. Leads to an early grave.

He didn’t need dinner slop to feed his body. He couldn’t recall ever being so filled up.