Guylaen O’ConnorinTHE BACKINTON FILESHere comes Jennings.“Excuse me, Mr. Backinton?” The stentorian chill of Alfred’s unique voice slithered across the back of my neck as I walked past his booth.Apr 27, 2017Apr 27, 2017
Guylaen O’ConnorinTHE BACKINTON FILESAgent BakersfieldI slowly lifted Bob’s head out of the pile of mashed ketchup and burger, taking great care not to ruin my imported Armani slacks by rubbing…Apr 27, 2017Apr 27, 2017
Guylaen O’ConnorinTHE BACKINTON FILESPERCHED.It wasn’t hard to spot the guy. I could see the ambition written in the way his eyes cast animosity upon the saved. Under the strobe I…Apr 27, 2017Apr 27, 2017
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