Nightshade
Didn’t look up until partway, almost halfway through. But this was a funny note, for me, professionally.
“Forbes tapped in a combination to open the phone. Stilwell caught the sequence—112392—and knew it was his birthday.” Page 144.
One? I damn sure don’t use my birthday for my lock screen. Too easy. And two? The crook is a November Sagittarius. Why make us the bad guys?
It is one of those books where I can stay up all night, reading.
Can an out-of-luck LA deputy find happiness, love, job satisfaction, and stay within the bounds of the law on Catalina Island?
Nightshade
From the land of the Lincoln Lawyer, Bosch, and Renee Ballard.
