Rocket Walten Files Novels & Stories

Waldo was startled, when had he ever played with Austin's girlfriend before? Austin had a few pictures in his hands, and he took them out from his pocket and threw them in front of him, "Waldo, take a look yourself, are you still man? You are simply an animal. No, you are even inferior to a shit." Waldo looked at the photo and was so shocked that his soul almost flew out of his body. These pictures were all of him raping Kaylin? "You ... Where did you get these? What do you want?” Waldo's face was pale and ugly, extremely ugly.

And something about these files felt wrong. "What's the matter?" Rose asked, entering his home office with a cup of coffee. Her movements were jagged, tense, like a loaded spring ready to snap. Her obsession with Camille's engagement had only worsened over the past two days. "I'm not sure yet," Herod murmured, not looking up from the screen. He pulled up another file, comparing the two side by side. "Something about Walsh's information doesn't add up." Rose set the coffee down harder than necessary, liquid sloshing over the rim. "What do you mean, doesn't add up? We paid him enough, it better be accurate."