One F-250, Many Felonies

rd F-250, trying to keep a low profile – just another forgotten face in an oce

pushing paper for the government, Carter?" My old crush, Jessica Monroe, chimed in, "Some things never change, do they, Ethan? Still ai

to threats, then, with a twisted grin, ordered his goons to vandalize my truck. "Teach him some respect!" he gloated. A crowbar, a tire iro

idea that "work truck" was classified federal property, or that their "private event" was now jeopardizing som

eed dial. "Blacksite Actual," I said, my voice low and clipped. "Situation Foxtrot... Hostile local interference.