Westside Saints
W.M. Akers
"On a night of hard frost, in the ruins of a burnt church, I found a body in the snow."
"On a night of hard frost, in the ruins of a burnt church, I found a body in the snow."
"He hadn’t expected Ash that Saturday morning, hurrying down the weathered wooden pier in her rope-soled wedges and skinny jeans, a slouchy silk sweater slipping down to reveal one perfect shoulder."
"Leo spun to life in late July in the restless waters of the far eastern Atlantic, about two hundred miles west of Cape Verde."
"'Retired film editor died last year; he was there when RKO changed hands. I bought his estate.'"
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