“And you’re gonna be real helpful,” muttered the cop, looming over Felix.Įying the man Felix contemplated the situation. “I’d like you ask you a few questions, and then have you look at a few things,” she said as she took the seat across from him. “Morning, Detective Torres,” Felix said evenly.
Quirking a brow Felix turned his attention to the woman. She held a binder under her arm and seemed to be in her mid thirties. White bare walls, table with four chairs, a single entry, and a very obvious one-way mirror.īefore the pudgy uniformed police officer could do or say anything more, a woman in slacks and a blazer strolled in. Sitting there quietly he inspected the room they’d put him in. Looking up at the man with an unamused face Felix laid his hands flat on the table. Thanks for making me feel special as an author.įelix was roughly pushed into the chair, practically falling out of it with the force of the shove.
“Ha!! Please tell me I’m very interesting.”~Steve Middleton being told that he was in book two of Super Sales on Super Heroes. I appreciate you reading through an unedited nightmare To my family, who always told me I could write a book if I sat down and tried. To my son, Harrison, who now lets me sleep, but wants to help me “type type” on my keyboard. To my wife, Kristin, who encouraged me in all things. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by an electronic or mechanical means - except in the case of brief quotations embodied in articles or reviews - without written permission from its publisher.
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