Noah gazed at the still, small form and sighed. Franks was right: it was always bad when it was a kid... Long glossy black curls obscured her face. One hand lay on the asphalt, pale as milk.
Also by J.I. O'Neal...
The Riverdale PD Series
The Stell-Ore War Duology
About the author
J.I. O'Neal
J.I. O'Neal was born in a small Midwestern town as the youngest of three children. She is most often spotted bent over a notebook with a pen in one hand, a cup of tea in the other, busily creating new worlds and characters - usually within the vicinity of one of her many pets.
