Bunnie Toy Must Die
BUNNIE TOY MUST DIE By Ingrid Halb Special Agent John Devon had a grim look on his face when he entered the briefing room. It was not often that he and his partner received an assignment call direct from the Deputy District Chief. This was almost certainly serious. His partner tagging along behind him, Special Agent Brad Simpson, had a much more placid look on his face. The two men were physically quite different. Devon was a tall, square- shouldered man in his mid-thirties. ...