Patrick Morton Novels & Stories

dispensary in Florida. And I’m a cop.” I took and deep breath and laughed while shrugging my shoulders. He chuckled and I swore I saw tears forming in his eyes. He sniffed and wiped at his nose, “My name is Thorn. Thorn was written on a piece of paper and pinned to my clothes at the hospital I was left in. My adopted parents kept it. I grew up a only child and played football. I have been a blue collar guy most of my life. I move states every year and enjoy drinking more than I should-“ a loud bang sounded from the end of the barn and Thorn and I both jumped up and the room felt colder as Maxine and Eddie walked in. Great. Now I gotta deal with this evil bitch all over again. She was wearin

, had finally lost something precious. Harry felt a surge of satisfaction knowing that he had been the one to help Boma slip through Donovan's iron grip. All he needed now was to play his cards right. Sipping his drink, he glanced at Mark, a close friend and fraternity brother, who sat across from him. Mark had been a crucial part of his campaign team and was the one who had photographed him and Boma during the opening of the restaurant where she used to work. Mark had been observing Harry's introspective silence for a while, curiosity and concern evident in his eyes.