One week ago I thought I knew exactly how I was going to spend the rest of my life: looking at the gray walls of a prison cell. Figuring out how to survive the apocalypse wasn’t something I’d planned for.
Yet here I was, getting a...
The conference was over. Quinn, in the background, beamed. The three Texas money men looked at Molly in delighted wonder. This delicious blonde had the brain of an IBM...