The Angel’s Shadow: The Reckoning of the Blonde Beast
The humidity in the small, wood-paneled living room in suburban New Jersey was thick enough to taste, smelling of stale tea and the faint, clinical sharp of antiseptic. Outside, the frozen winds of January 1975 rattled the windowpanes, but inside, the atmosphere was far colder. Silas sat in his heavy leather recliner, his massive,…
