This chapter drops you straight into the smoke-hazed orbit of Big Red — the legendary couch that accidentally held more cash than some small-town banks — and the even stranger orbit of DEA Rob, a man who could go from raiding narco-compounds to asking permission to date your waitress before breakfast.
This chapter drops you straight into the smoke-hazed orbit of Big Red — the legendary couch that accidentally held more cash than some small-town banks — and the even stranger orbit of DEA Rob, a man who could go from raiding narco-compounds to asking permission to date your waitress before breakfast.
Chapter 17 is the part of the story where the universe looks at me, shrugs, and decides, “Let’s see what happens if we shake his life like a snow globe and toss in an aircraft.”
