Your name is John McQuaid. It is something you remind yourself everyday, for it is not your name.
Not your real name, anyway.
You reach down the lunch hamper you brought with you, your fingers seeking the comfort you always find in your gun.
Your name is John McQuaid. It is something you remind yourself everyday, for it is not your name.
Not your real name, anyway.
You reach down the lunch hamper you brought with you, your fingers seeking the comfort you always find in your gun.