“The evening sky was streaked with purple, the color of torn plums, and a light rain had started to fall when I came to the end of the blacktop road that cut through twenty miles of thick, almost impenetrable scrub oak and pine and stopped at the front gate of Angola penitentiary.” This is the openi...
Just love Dave Robicheaux. Yes, this time last year, I was having a James Lee Burke fix.
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