“You’re a madman! A murderer! You—you insane—!”
“Call me one more name and I’ll get rid of that tongue of yours for good.”
The hostage flinched, his battered face scrunched in fear, and with good reason. The man who stood before him was a person to be feared. Feared and respected and admired all at once. With wild, dark hair and a handsome, peel-your-panties off bone structure, Lazarus Hamish was by no means an unimpressive figure.
“Now…” he growled. “I’ll give you one last chance…”
“God, he is so cool!”
Plastering himself to the television screen, twenty-three-year-old Finn Phelps watched in anticipation as the newest episode of Hot Blood played out before him. Hot Blood was currently top contender for number one cop thriller. At first glance, the prime time drama was as cut and past
