Books author - "Peter Tylee"
delicate path around them."Hands on the wall." The skin on the back of Adam's hands looked like tissue paper, ready to tear at a moment's notice. The air reeked - an acrid combination of vomit and excrement that the drizzle only aggravated. Adam spread his legs and let Dan pat his sides for weapons. Dan pressed the muzzle of his automatic into the small of Adam's back, hard enough to bruise. He grappled with his handcuffs and slapped them around Adam's left wrist. Then, with a twist
delicate path around them."Hands on the wall." The skin on the back of Adam's hands looked like tissue paper, ready to tear at a moment's notice. The air reeked - an acrid combination of vomit and excrement that the drizzle only aggravated. Adam spread his legs and let Dan pat his sides for weapons. Dan pressed the muzzle of his automatic into the small of Adam's back, hard enough to bruise. He grappled with his handcuffs and slapped them around Adam's left wrist. Then, with a twist