Mrs. McCartney
idk man we'll see where this goes
Mrs. McCartney
idk man we'll see where this goes
idk man we'll see where this goes
idk man we'll see where this goes
"Tell me where she is," demanded the policeman, his sharp interrogating stare glaring at the man sitting at the other side of the table.
The man had his head down and was looking at his shackled hands. He let out a quiet chuckle, and with a grin, looked up at the policeman.
The interrogation spotlight shone upon him. His eyes were bloodshot, his teeth were stained from tobacco. With the psychoti...