By Robert Johnson

“The man on the steel table was mine, my client. I work for the dead. I bring them justice. When someone in prison is murdered, I take the case. I'm a murder cop, detailed from the inner city of Baltimore to the cell blocks of the state penitentiary. That's my beat--the prison, the pen, the house, call it what you like. Just be glad you're not there….”

You might not live to tell about it.

Brown Paper Publishing. 2010. 140p. CONTAINS MARK-UP