Arthur stroked his muttonchopped jaw grimly. “Ever since we’ve laid eyes on this thing, it’s been beckoning us closer. It could be a trap.”
0146: A Question of Intent
0146: A Question of Intent
0146: A Question of Intent
Arthur stroked his muttonchopped jaw grimly. “Ever since we’ve laid eyes on this thing, it’s been beckoning us closer. It could be a trap.”