“Hi, looking for a number in Weston, Florida. Is there anything for Magruder?” “How are you spelling that, sir?” “Magruder. M-A-G-R-U-D-E-R.” “Hold the line, sir.” Vivaldi’s Four Seasons started playing for what seemed like an eternity. It was probably only… — J.B. Turner Copy Share Image
“long-distance rifle shot would hit the guy. But he knew that the sound would give the subject a couple of seconds to hit the… — J.B. Turner Copy Share Image
“Jon! Jon! Please come and get me! Jon! Jon!” He tried to move, but he was paralyzed. He willed himself to move. But he… — J.B. Turner Copy Share Image
“Reznick pulled back her eyelids. His daughter’s pupils were pinpricks. Reaching over, he took her pulse. Her skin was cold, but he felt a… — J.B. Turner Copy Share Image
“Hi, looking for a number in Weston, Florida. Is there anything for Magruder?” “How are you spelling that, sir?” “Magruder. M-A-G-R-U-D-E-R.” “Hold the line,… — J.B. Turner Copy Share Image
“outside your little hidey hole in Miami.” “OK, what do you want?” “We’re trying to track down a guy, a foreign national, on American… — J.B. Turner Copy Share Image
