Jailbreak! And the Psycho Martin Crebbs
It was afternoon in August in the early ’80s. Egg-frying, Texas hot. That is to say that if you plopped a raw egg down on the street, it would sizzle in less than a minute or so. CID Sgt. Howard Kelly and I were cruising back into our city from a long day … Continue reading Jailbreak! And the Psycho Martin Crebbs