Midnight Phantom
“Well, Jamie, are you ready to sing?”
Jamie only glared at him, breathing heavily and big beads of sweat started to swell on his forehead. He didn’t need to ask because he already know what he wanted him to say.
“Right. Just keep your mouth close.” Damon put down the pliers and took his next favorite tool, a hammer, and hold it above his head, about to slam into Jamie’s right knee. But then, in a spur of terror, the sniper blurted.
“It’s Burson.”
“That’s fast.” Damon’s grin broadens, lowering the hammer. “I like this one. Now tell me, where is he hiding?”
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