Can you ever trust a close friend completely to not commit something evil?
A mural of a jackal, standing on a cliff in the twilight, waiting for prey against a new moon surrounded by a silvery aura in the last faint pinkish light of day hung on the wall behind him. They were two creatures, waiting for work. However, a NYPD homicide detective doesn’t need to wait as long as... Sign in to see full entry.