The Shadow of Beauregard
The Shadow of Beauregard The rain in Bellefontaine had a color that Reid could never quite name. Not gray, not red, but something in between—the color of rust and old blood and earth that had been turned too many times. He drove through it in a government sedan that smelled like wet wool and despair. His assignment was simple: find a missing federal witness who was supposed to testify about...
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