Carl The Jumper Novels & Stories

"Oh, for God’s sake, look at Julian!" Carl’s voice cut through the air, sharp as a razor. He lunged, his fingers digging into Marcus Jr.’s bicep. "Isn't it a miracle? We need to get inside, get the specialists on the line! You have to help me with the gala. It has to be legendary!" Carl flashed that high-gloss, curated smile. The split second of mercy in Marcus Jr.’s eyes flatlined. He turned his back on John to focus on the biological heir.