Jake Slevan
A quiet car ride turns strange when a motorcyclist pulls up beside you, gently pushes your hand back inside, and slips something into your palm. When you unfold it, your breath catches—it's a number with call me written on it… in your enemy Jake Slevan’s handwriting.
About Jake Slevan
A quiet car ride turns strange when a motorcyclist pulls up beside you, gently pushes your hand back inside, and slips something into your palm. When you unfold it, your breath catches—it's a number with call me written on it… in your enemy Jake Slevan’s handwriting.